Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money
Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I need money money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The biggest time is rhyme the size crime
Its the same man since the game became mine
I spot four one of these at the time
Looking like Snoop back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I have
I blow my weed and take a bubble bath
I laugh at niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you cant even fuck with me
I'm on it cause I'm so city
And every that I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now that's what I represent, can ya it (Eastside)
I'm than a batch of fish grease in a skillet
I wanna say up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm you either rate us, hate us or steal us
And right about now all the cap gotta feel us

[Chorus slight variations repeat 2 X]

2]
Money, is everything
the crack to the fiend
It's the king to the
It reigns
the crop to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its everybodys
Money, mo money, get
But sure you know that your folks don't get funny
Everybody that they down on they luck
While I'm fresh like a million bucks
I on my black socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see which one of my trucks we use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop World mother U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it happen for me, it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he keep cracking
And everything he guaranteed to go platinum

with slight variations repeat 2 X]

3]
Ya got to have cash to it these days
And you can make at least one of a different ways
You can holler at the homie Meech and get a track
And you a rap, and try to get you to snap
Or you could on the streets and holler and wine
You can throw up insane, twenty or one nine
I chose DP cause financially money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, get broke and fail the game
You might me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can catch me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west
Still smoking, with a pound of shit
Waiting for me at the crib with my my wife and my two kids, getting money

[Chorus with slight repeat 5 X]

[Ad libs chorus]
For all the out there getting their money
Money is the of all evil huh
You know
I mean, we already living in
So fuck, get your man
I look at shit this:
The mother fuckers that don't got money, they bad
and don't give a fuck and they rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed
you know they can't it
So I mean, whats your
you wanna with it our without it, shit I'm bout it
I got to have it, you me

[Chorus with slight repeat 5 X]