Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

Bizzy Bone]
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 that money money money money

[Bizzy
I give a fuck what they sayin!
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

I'm ridin a Caddy and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I mind
If laughin 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
Gotta let them 24's spin, chins ain't 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 know what it is, you know 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 like a butterfly, sting a bee
Mo' money money money money money money, in the face of the
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 City southpaw
No cookin in the kitchen we put out raw
outlaw, fuck with it? I doubt y'all
Somewhere between and Cleveland is where they found y'all
Rollin through the alley in a
Blowin Cali to the haters, oh a pity
When they hit a nigga, Twista rockin 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 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 Lamborghini or the
I I gotta get the props, cause I gotta 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 think you kinda lucky
Twin glocks so you you better bring a buddy
And I got the for anybody
that go against the Midwest Militia
A whole clip at the competition for
A whole at the competition for Twista
A whole clip at the world, it's 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 so I gotta get

[Bizzy
Buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother gettin it crunk
and drinkin that Goosey, with 'em a
Doin whatever we 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 get it at heaven
We dancin our way to the gates, if you comin with me we'll every Muslim
We human, all in the brethren
Veteran in the city I pity the fool who jump out of this fake
What do I look like massagin the
when they come with the matrix and say that we
We'll never break, 'member conny and Twista
we're go through the fire
expire, give it the way that they want it
they'll on you if you tired (what about)
Money you tell me what's money to you, pay for the rappers and
The office burn wood, but the burn good and the brain wave
the energy certainly, I don't have time for emergencies
Baby the word and we walk the covenant
Party and poppin the melody baby, I know 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