Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

Bizzy Bone]
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get money money money money
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get money money money money money

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

I'm ridin a Caddy and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I mind
If they laughin at me the I hardly think that they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she ain't listenin to me
let them 24's spin, chins ain't chippin or flippin
And let me get another victim again,
Whether they don't gimme any Henn' or befriend them, when say I was
But I been right here cuz, you know what it is, you know it was
So wanna move dude, what'chu gotta do, who? Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you thought of 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, in the face of the crowd
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 Chi-Town and Cleveland is they found y'all
through the alley in a Caddy
Blowin Cali to the haters, oh a pity
When they hit a nigga, Twista rockin city city
gon' ask, "Is he doin it with Bizzy?"
And you know why they done (why?)
Because we two of the coldest
to spit fast lyrics on one track
Buck 'em with a lyrical in the body
because I gotta get the fire the shit don't stop
Pull up in a or the Ferrari
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 they for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin lucky
glocks so you know you better bring a buddy
And I got the ammunition for
that go against the Midwest Militia
A clip at the competition for Bizzy
A clip at the competition for Twista
A whole clip at the world, it's us against
And then shit about to get ugly
For static, I'ma hit 'em an automatic
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 that Goosey, with 'em a
Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain't knew
Thought that we beefin they try to divide the
about who really started the style
How 'bout 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 I pity the fool who jump out of this fake
What do I like massagin the thought
they come with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
We'll break, 'member that conny and Twista
we're 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 what's money to you, pay for the and corporates
The office that burn wood, but the burn and the brain wave
Puts the energy certainly, I don't have time for
the word 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 money nucca