Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[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, get that money money money money money

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

I'm ridin a Caddy and 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 up on my lady, but she still ain't listenin to me
Gotta let them 24's spin, chins chippin or flippin
And let me get another again, gain-gain-gain-gain
Whether they don't gimme any Henn' or befriend them, they say I was
But I been right here cuz, you what it is, you know what it was
So they wanna move dude, gotta do, who? Not me
I I'm glossin, and who you thought of flossin baby
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 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 City
No cookin in the homie we put out raw
outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt y'all
Somewhere between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found
Rollin through the alley in a
Cali to the haters, oh what a pity
When they hit a nigga, Twista rockin after city
they gon' ask, "Is he it with Bizzy?"
And you know why done that (why?)
Because we two of the motherfuckers
to spit these lyrics on one track
Buck 'em a lyrical bullet in the body
because I gotta get the fire know the shit don't
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 feel it when I hear they comin for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin lucky
Twin glocks so you know you bring a buddy
And I got the for anybody
wanna go against the Midwest Militia
A whole at the competition for Bizzy
A clip at the competition for Twista
A whole clip at the world, because us against
And then this shit about to get
For static, I'ma hit 'em an automatic
Run and do murder after murder, but I'm a baller so I get

[Bizzy
buck buck buuuuuuck!

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