Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Money and uhh, cash rules
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 when cops come to get me
It's because some shit that they
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 like Ju know
I'm out to get cream, like Fiend I just don't fuck around
Just bust around till niggas get the out of town
I the house, so I got the house

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

Type of nigga to go up in traffic and blastin' the glock
still 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 y'all 16

Four slugs peace, ain't no 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 than a quarter

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

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

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

You 'cause I'm bitter, dumping weapons like litter
After I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas that ya
(Fool)
A come up is a come up, please don't run up
Or get up at sun up, 'cause I never 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 gotta be the
Fake getting tossed, 'cause money talks

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

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

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

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

Aiyyo, talks like most bitches
Sometimes I don't no what to do these riches
This paper, is 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, excited prices, deep yacht
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504
Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by
Ya me?