Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

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

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

I'm ridin a Caddy and daddy I'm it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly that they be singin singin
I gave up on my lady, but she still ain't listenin to me
Gotta let them spin, chins ain't chippin or flippin
And let me get victim again, gain-gain-gain-gain
Whether they gimme any Henn' or befriend them, when they say I was
But I right here cuz, you know 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 thought of flossin
I'm not 'Pac though, and I'm not God, no!
But I float like a butterfly, like a bee
Mo' money money money money money, in the face of the crowd
Plottin now, I don't need no to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money, in the face of the crowd
now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow
But baby I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

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

[Bizzy
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother Twista it crunk
and drinkin that Goosey, 'em a brew
Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain't nobody
Thought that we beefin they try to the truth
about who really started the style
How 'bout everyone livin in harmony, look at the now
7, the belly is purest and we gonna get it at heaven
We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we'll need Muslim
We human, all in the brethren
Veteran deep in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this
What do I like massagin the thought
they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
We'll never break, 'member that conny and
we're go through the fire
Never expire, it the way that they want 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 for emergencies
the word and we walk 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 spirit is and never be hesitant
Twista and Bizzy, we this money nucca