Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

I use to flip birds, now I just flip when cops come to get me
It's because some shit they heard
I'm out to get dough, like I'm out to get mo'
Hacking like 6 to the 4 like 6 double 0 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, like Fiend I just don't fuck
Just bust around till get the fuck out of town
I the house, so I got the house

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

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

Four slugs peace, no bigger thugs than me and C
So you got the mighteous touch for all the records you
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went
I'm like a drug dealer, I nothing less than a quarter

This is my last, last year, I was just the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my
Any fool gotta make this much, I just that

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

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

You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, dumping weapons litter
I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas that with ya
(Fool)
A come up is a come up, haters 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 crime and did the time, still hustling for
A bitch floss, and I gotta be the boss
Fake getting tossed, 'cause money talks

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

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

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

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

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

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