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

kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up
Came with a zip, let the whole burn up
All I know, get dough, keep it
Taught me that in '85, never learned nothin'
All I see is in my rear view
in my windshield, got a clear view
I trained myself, go deaf for a broke
That way when you're talkin' I hear you, listen
poppin', give a shit about me
Fuck shit you talkin', look at you, see you ain't 'bout it
Look at you, see you want it
Should hardly be an
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 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, what's
She the actress, then 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 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 ain't my
You listen to me now, God as my witness
Keep on in your I take your opinion
I swear,

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

Focused on the money, shit? Forget about it
I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit it
Get up out it, a Uber, go and buy a new one
I gotta run a bag up, extra 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, stay
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
a bit to the left, call it southpaw
Fuck around, get mouth wired, gotta weed y'all
Better stand down before I be a man
Guns up, down, that's exactly how I caught y'all
one day I retire, put me in the hall 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 in ya, pull your card
Then you make a move, make a choice
Either go out like a bitch or get your ass
God damn be horrible
So down, nigga