Luyện nghe bài hát Money

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

[Chorus: Bizzy
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, gotta get money money money money
Mon-eyyyyyyyyyy, mon-eyyyyyyyyyy,
Gotta get that money money, get that money money money money money

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

I'm a Caddy and daddy I'm rollin it sadly, but I don't mind
If they laughin at me the movie I hardly think they be singin singin
I never gave up on my lady, but she still listenin to me
Gotta let them spin, chins ain't chippin or flippin
And let me get victim 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 know it is, you know what it was
So they wanna move dude, gotta do, who? Not me
I said I'm glossin, and who you thought of flossin
Baby I'm not 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 of the crowd
Plottin now, I don't no pride to hide, oh wow, oh wow
Mo' money money, in the of the crowd
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 City
No cookin in the kitchen we put out raw
Midwest outlaw, with it? I doubt y'all
Somewhere Chi-Town 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 city after city
they gon' ask, "Is he doin it Bizzy?"
And you know why they 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 gotta get the fire the shit don't stop
Pull up in a Lamborghini or the
I know I gotta get the props, I gotta get the drop
Gotta get the dough and get the money
I could really it when I hear they comin for me
Try to get it if you think you feelin kinda
Twin glocks so you know you better bring a
And I got the for anybody
that wanna go against the Midwest
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 this shit about to get ugly
For static, I'ma hit 'em with an
Run and do murder after murder, but I'm a so I gotta get

[Bizzy
buck buck buuuuuuck!

Me and my brother Twista it crunk
and that Goosey, with 'em a brew
Doin whatever we wanna do, get to the club, ain't knew
Thought we beefin they 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 our way to the gates, if you comin with 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 this
do I look like massagin the thought
when they with the matrix and say that we 'fraid
We'll never break, that conny and Twista
we're gonna go through the
Never expire, it the way that they want it
they'll on you if you tired (what about)
Money you me what's 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 time for emergencies
the word and we walk with the covenant
Party and poppin the melody baby, I know that the be lovin it
Brush the dust, enemies way, get 'em a drink, we look too
The spirit is and never be hesitant
Twista and Bizzy, we gettin this money