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, 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 what 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 they be singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she ain't listenin to me
Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't chippin or
And let me get another again, gain-gain-gain-gain
Whether they don't gimme any or befriend them, when they say I was
But I been right cuz, you know 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
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 face of the
now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow
But baby I'm not 'Pac, no! (buck buck buck buuuuuuck!)

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

[Bizzy
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother gettin 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 try to divide the truth
Talk who really started the style
How 'bout everyone livin in harmony, at the army now
General 7, the belly is purest and we get it at heaven
We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we'll need every
We human, we're all in the
Veteran deep in the city I the fool who jump out of this fake
What do I look like the thought
when they come with the matrix and say we 'fraid
We'll never break, 'member conny and Twista
gonna go through the fire
Never expire, it the way that they want it
they'll on you if you tired (what about)
Money you tell me money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates
The that burn wood, but the burn good and the brain wave
Puts the energy certainly, I don't have for emergencies
Baby the word and we with the covenant
Party and poppin the melody baby, I know that the be lovin it
Brush the dust, way, get 'em a drink, we look too lovely
The spirit is present and never be
Twista and Bizzy, we gettin this nucca