Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talk

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

kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up
Came with a zip, let the thing burn up
All I know, get dough, it pimpin'
Taught me that in '85, never nothin' different
All I see is haters in my rear
Millions in my windshield, got a clear
I trained myself, go deaf for a broke
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 want it
hardly be an opponent
When you sittin' next to TIP, it inferior, don't it?
a damn if you don't know
I've everything you could hope for
If being a real nigga into 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, 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 talkin' 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
Keep on in earnin's I take your opinion
I swear,

Lotta talk, you don't ever get paid
nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade
Lotta nigga talk, you ever get paid
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, 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 a 100 more, the gang here
Two rules, gettin' money, nigga, real
At all costs, nigga, at all costs,
a hit of this and run your 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, gotta weed
stand down before I be a man down
Guns up, hands down, that's exactly how I y'all
one day I retire, put me in the hall of fame
But you lames don't 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 your
Then you make a move, make a choice
go out like a bitch or get your ass kicked
God damn be horrible
So down, nigga