Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro:
Bizzy Bone, you know what it is
After Records
get this money '07 style

[Chorus: Bizzy
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get that money money money
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get money money money money money

[Bizzy
I don't give a fuck they sayin!
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

I'm ridin a and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think that be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she still listenin to me
Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't chippin or
And let me get another victim again,
Whether they don't gimme any Henn' or them, when they say I was
But I been right here cuz, you know what it is, you know it was
So they move dude, what'chu gotta do, who? Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you thought of flossin
Baby I'm not though, and I'm not God, no!
But I float a butterfly, sting like a bee
Mo' money money money money money, in the face of the crowd
now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money money, in the of the crowd
Plottin now, I don't no pride to hide, oh wow
But I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

You knocked out by the Windy City
No cookin in the homie we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, fuck with it? I y'all
Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is they found y'all
Rollin through the in a Caddy
Cali to the haters, oh what a pity
When they hit a nigga, Twista city after city
they gon' ask, "Is he doin it Bizzy?"
And you why they done that (why?)
we two of the coldest motherfuckers
to spit these lyrics on one track
Buck 'em with a lyrical bullet in the
because I gotta get the fire the shit don't stop
Pull up in a or the Ferrari
I know I gotta get the props, I gotta get the drop
Gotta get the dough and get the money
I really feel it when I hear they comin for me
Try to get it if you think you kinda lucky
Twin glocks so you know you better bring a
And I got the ammunition for
that go against the Midwest Militia
A whole clip at the for Bizzy
A whole clip at the for Twista
A clip at the world, because it's us against
And then shit about to get ugly
For static, hit 'em with an automatic
Run and do murder after murder, but I'm a baller so I get

[Bizzy
buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother Twista it crunk
and drinkin Goosey, with 'em a brew
Doin we wanna do, get to the club, ain't nobody knew
Thought that we beefin they try to the truth
about who really started the style
How everyone livin in harmony, look at the army now
General 7, the belly is and we gonna get it at heaven
We dancin our way to the gates, if you with me we'll need every Muslim
We human, we're all in the
Veteran deep in the I pity the fool who jump out of this fake
What do I look massagin the thought
they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
We'll never break, 'member conny and Twista
gonna go through the fire
Never expire, give it the way they want it
they'll front on you if you (what about)
you tell me what's money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates
The office that burn wood, but the burn and the brain wave
the energy certainly, I don't have time for emergencies
Baby the word and we with the covenant
Party and the melody baby, I know that the ladies be lovin it
Brush the dust, way, get 'em a drink, we look too lovely
The is present and never be hesitant
Twista and Bizzy, we this money nucca