Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talk

Lotta talk, you don't ever get paid
Fuck hate, broke bitches throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get
Still kickin' shit, make a go crazy
Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get
Fuck nigga hate, broke 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, it pimpin'
Taught me in '85, never learned nothin' different
All I see is in my rear view
Millions in my windshield, got a view
I trained myself, go deaf for a nigga
That way you're talkin' I don't hear you, listen
poppin', give a shit about me
Fuck that shit you talkin', at you, see you ain't 'bout it
Look at you, see you don't it
Should be an opponent
When you sittin' to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?
Give a damn if you know
I've achieved everything you could for
If being a real nigga turned into a
Look at me, shawty, I should be the
Please no photos as I stepped in Magic
Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, happenin'?
She with the actress, then she in with me
But if not I leave her, she mean to me
I up, hop out, give the valet my keys
I run the city, bitch, I'm parkin' for
And who the nigga right here to me?
There gon' be problem if you botherin' me, man
I came in this bitch to spend and 50 G
What you to park here? That ain't my Bentley
You listen to me now, God as my witness
Keep on in your earnin's I your opinion
I swear,

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

Focused on the money, fuck shit? Forget it
I bought a Lamborghini, it, give a shit about it
Get up out it, a Uber, go and buy a new one
I run a bag up, it's extra for the blue one
Got 500 bags off in
Go and put it up and a 100 more, the gang here
Two rules, gettin' money, nigga, real
At all costs, nigga, at all costs,
Take a hit of and run your balls off
And, nigga, you really beefin' if you called off
a bit to the left, call it southpaw
Fuck around, get mouth wired, gotta weed y'all
Better stand before I be a man down
Guns up, hands down, that's exactly how I caught
Okay one day I retire, put me in the of fame
But you lames forget what I done taught y'all
I put the of God in ya
Oh you hard is ya?
I can see the broad in ya, pull card
Then you gotta make a move, make a
Either go out like a bitch or get your ass
God that'll be horrible
So pipe down,