Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

'Twas the night before
And all through the
We had and money around
Layin' on the
We was dressed with jewelry this time
Mmm,

want me, I created thieves
Why I'm almost as as the air you breathe
I been through times, when it wasn't enough for me
a weak, kid'll have you livin' in luxury

I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to
I'm the reason Mr.Simpson got off
I'm the reason parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your on the run from feds

I've through customs, borders
I've been by authorities
Drove people crazy they couldn't see more of me
I've saved, I've been buried alive

Say my enough and any nigga testify
Who you lead that whole seller ass that time
All by myself, I created on black crime
I'm America's most, I'm tadded up Ghost

Even my got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe and envy
People for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really the sun

Rich make me work for them
And poor people for me
Who am I? I'm money
Who am I? Nigga I'm

See the gun wound, down for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
When niggas was ready to me
You stayed up in the crib, like a
ill, and it's lurkin' me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
Should blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, blowin' them for you

I resort to evil, I don't grow on
I'm called by names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether or clean
ya hands on me is the American dream

I'm more than God, or Razale
'Cause when you to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an exchange to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one couple on me, and slept on me

Up in the dice games niggas on me
Bet on me, pay, bled on me
I populations and controlled masses
I in all forms, coins, paper, plastic

credit, I owe you
You for me nigga, I own you
If you are smart, you me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's you

See the gun wound, went for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
When niggas was to murder me
You up in the crib, like a bitch
ill, and it's lurkin' me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

If you had a million of me, would you do with me yo?
Would you me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you in me and watch me grow
me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'

I under seen things I I hadn't seen
I came between ones and families
A nigga his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions, me

Wanna find me, the bank machine is I be
And showed 'em to a grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who wanna be like me

See the gun wound, down for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
When niggas was ready to me
You stayed up in the crib, like a
Lookin' ill, and it's me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
Should stop blowin' the for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' them garbage for you
Ill, them hags for you

See the gun wound, down for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
niggas was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, a bitch
ill, and it's lurkin' me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
Should stop the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, them hags for you