Luyện nghe bài hát Money

[Intro:
Bizzy Bone, you what it is baby
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, 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 rollin it sadly, but I don't
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think they be singin singin
I never 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 don't gimme any Henn' or befriend them, when they say I was
But I been here cuz, you know what it is, you know what it was
So wanna move dude, what'chu gotta do, who? Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you thought of baby
Baby I'm not though, and I'm not God, no!
But I like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Mo' money money money money money money, in the of the crowd
now, I don't need no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money money, in the face of the
Plottin now, I don't need no 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
between Chi-Town and Cleveland is where they found y'all
Rollin through the in a Caddy
Blowin to the haters, oh what a pity
When they hit a nigga, Twista rockin city city
gon' ask, "Is he doin it with Bizzy?"
And you know why done that (why?)
Because we two of the coldest
to spit these fast lyrics on one
'em with a lyrical bullet in the body
because I get the fire know the shit don't stop
Pull up in a or the Ferrari
I know I gotta get the props, cause I get the drop
get the dough and get the money money
I could really feel it when I hear they for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin kinda
Twin glocks so you you better bring a buddy
And I got the for anybody
wanna go against the Midwest Militia
A whole at the competition for Bizzy
A whole at the competition for Twista
A whole clip at the world, because us against
And then shit about to get ugly
For static, I'ma hit 'em with an
Run and do after murder, but I'm a baller so I gotta get

[Bizzy
buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my Twista gettin it crunk
and drinkin Goosey, with 'em a brew
Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain't nobody
that we beefin they try to divide the truth
Talk about who started the style
How everyone livin in harmony, look at the army now
General 7, the belly is 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 fool who jump out of fake
do I look like massagin the thought
when they with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
never break, 'member that conny and Twista
we're go through the fire
Never expire, give it the way that want it
front on you if you tired (what about)
Money you me what's money to you, pay for the rappers and corporates
The office that wood, but the burn good and the brain wave
Puts the energy certainly, I don't have 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 and never be hesitant
Twista and Bizzy, we gettin this money