Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talk

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
Still kickin' shit, make a go crazy
nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade

Still kickin' flav', got my swag on up
Came with a zip, let the whole thing up
All I know, get dough, keep it
Taught me that in '85, never learned different
All I see is in my rear view
Millions in my windshield, got a clear
I trained myself, go for a broke nigga
That way you're talkin' I don't hear you, listen
Still poppin', give a about me
Fuck that shit you talkin', look at you, see you 'bout it
at you, see you don't want it
Should be an opponent
When you sittin' next to TIP, it look inferior, it?
Give a if you don't know
achieved everything you could hope for
If being a real nigga turned a corporation
Look at me, shawty, I be the logo
Please no as I stepped in that Magic
Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, happenin'?
She with the actress, she come in with me
But if not I leave her, she mean to me
I pull up, hop out, give the valet my
I run the city, bitch, I'm for free
And who the nigga right here to me?
There gon' be problem if you keep me, man
I came in this bitch to 20's and 50 G
What you tried to park here? That my Bentley
You can't to me now, God as my witness
on in your earnin's I take your opinion
I swear,

nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, broke throw the shade
nigga talk, you don't ever get paid
Still kickin' shit, make a go crazy
Lotta talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck nigga hate, bitches throw the shade

Focused on the money, fuck shit? Forget it
I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a about it
Get up out it, a Uber, go and buy a new one
I gotta run a bag up, it's for the blue one
Got 500 off in Chattanooga
Go and put it up and take a 100 more, the gang
Two rules, gettin' money, nigga, real
At all costs, nigga, at all costs,
Take a hit of this and run balls off
And, nigga, you really beefin' if you called off
Play a bit to the left, it southpaw
Fuck around, get your mouth wired, weed y'all
stand down before I be a man down
Guns up, hands down, exactly how I caught y'all
Okay one day I retire, put me in the of fame
But you lames don't forget what I taught y'all
I put the of God in ya
Oh you hard is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, your card
you gotta make a move, make a choice
Either go out like a or get your ass kicked
God damn that'll be
So down, nigga