Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Money and uhh, cash rules
I 'bout to get 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 words when come to get me
It's because some shit that they
Like I'm out to get dough, 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 forgot like Ju know
I'm out to get cream, like Fiend I just don't fuck around
Just bust around niggas 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, 'cause no heart is 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
Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the
I don't be playing it serious, I'm looked after he shot
It's no love, for y'all 16

Four peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C
So you got the mighteous for all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, went gold
I'm a drug dealer, I hold 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 much, I just that good

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

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

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

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

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

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

His make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just a waiter
C, uhh, Murder and Silkk, pay us for our trouble
He that platinum 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, make money, get money, money

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

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