Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Money talk and uhh, rules
I to get dollars so us act a fool, now
huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

I use to flip birds, now I just flip words when come to get me
It's some shit that they heard
I'm out to get dough, like I'm out to get mo'
Hacking like 6 to the 4 6 double 0 like four, or either two doors

Money no like C to the E O, oh I like Ju don't know
Like I'm out to get cream, Fiend I just don't fuck around
Just bust around till get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so I got the

I the car, so I got me the car
Don't start, no heart is what got me this far
I the type of that don't give a fuck
Just walked up and at the cop

Type of nigga to go up in and start blastin' the glock
still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
I be playing it serious, I'm actually looked after he shot
It's no love, for 16 bullets

Four slugs peace, ain't no thugs than me and C
So you got the mighteous touch for all the you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, went gold
I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing than a quarter

This is my last, last year, I was just testing the
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo my hood
Any fool gotta make this much, I just good

Money talk and uhh, rules
I to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get
Get money, money, get money, make money

Money, money make the world spin tops
And two glocks for the motherfuckers we my rocks
It's the movies, niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
But they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it

You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, dumping weapons litter
After I blast you motherfuckers and the that with ya
(Fool)
A come up is a come up, haters don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, 'cause I put my gun up
(Nigga)

Cash rules, like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and I be the boss
niggas getting tossed, 'cause money talks

Well, I'm that whompter,
Want fetachini to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he see me up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest

Seventeen, survivor the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
No such as let me when we all got plenty
Walking 'em skinny, 'cause I never a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps, the ATM, don't play him

His make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a
C, uhh, and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that go double that's why money talks

Money talk and uhh, rules
I bout to get so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get
Get money, money, get money, make money

Aiyyo, money talks like bitches
Sometimes I don't no what to do with riches
This paper, is just like my
All day, fulfilling my wishes, did ya me?

We look for money, money never for us
C-Murder, of the rap industry
Fiend, Mr. Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by
Ya me?