Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro:
Bone, you know what it is baby
After Platinum
Let's get this money '07

[Chorus: Bizzy
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
get that money money, gotta get that money money money money
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get that 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 at me the movie I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she ain't listenin to me
let them 24's spin, chins ain't chippin or flippin
And let me get victim again, gain-gain-gain-gain
Whether they don't gimme any or befriend them, when they say I was
But I been right here cuz, you what it is, you know what it was
So they wanna dude, what'chu gotta do, who? Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you of flossin baby
I'm not 'Pac 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
Plottin now, I don't no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money money, in the face of the
Plottin now, I don't no pride to hide, oh wow
But baby I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

You knocked out by the Windy southpaw
No cookin in the homie we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, fuck it? I doubt y'all
Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found
through the alley in a Caddy
Blowin Cali to the haters, oh a pity
When they hit a nigga, rockin 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 these fast lyrics on one track
'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
because I gotta get the fire know the don't stop
Pull up in a Lamborghini or the
I know I gotta get the props, I gotta get the drop
Gotta get the and get the money money
I could really feel it I hear they comin for me
Try to get it if you you feelin kinda lucky
Twin glocks so you know you better a buddy
And I got the for anybody
that wanna go the Midwest Militia
A whole at the competition for Bizzy
A whole clip at the for Twista
A whole clip at the world, because us against
And then this about to get ugly
For static, hit 'em with an automatic
Run and do murder murder, but I'm a baller so I gotta get

[Bizzy
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

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