Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Money talk and uhh, cash
I 'bout to get so us act a fool, now
What huh, huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

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

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

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

of nigga to go up in traffic and start blastin' the glock
Rap's down, C huh, pass me the rocks
I don't be playing it serious, I'm looked after he shot
It's no love, for 16 bullets

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

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

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

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

You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, dumping like litter
After I blast you motherfuckers and the that with ya
(Fool)
A come up is a come up, please don't run up
Or get done up at sun up, I never put my gun up
(Nigga)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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