Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

'Twas the night before
And all the house
We had guns and around
on the couch
We was dressed with black this time
Mmm,

Everybody want me, I created
Why I'm as important as the air you breathe
I been hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak, kid'll you livin' in luxury

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

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

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

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

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

See the gun wound, went for you
Who ran up in the house,
one from he and for who
When niggas was 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 blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, them hags for you

I to evil, I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla,
And I'm always green whether dirty or
Gettin' ya on me is the American dream

I'm more than God, or Razale
when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an hand 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 enslaved populations and controlled
I come in all forms, coins, paper,

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

See the gun wound, down for you
Who ran up in the house,
one from he and for who
When 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 blowin' the for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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

I under seen things I wish I seen
I came between loved ones and
A kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got enscriptions, examine me

Wanna me, the bank machine is where I be
And 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't be like me

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, like a
Lookin' ill, and it's me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
Should stop the cabs for you
Chill, some called crabs for you
Holdin' them bags 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
When niggas was ready to me
You up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and lurkin' me

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