Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

'Twas the night twistmas
And all through the
We had guns and money
Layin' on the
We was dressed with black jewelry this
Mmm,

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

I'm the reason niggas sellin' to fiends
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

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

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

Even my hand got big, net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe and envy
People kill for me or die to 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? Nigga I'm

See the gun wound, went for you
Who ran up in the house,
one from 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
Should stop blowin' the for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' them garbage for you
Ill, them hags for you

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

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

Up in the games niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, on me
I enslaved populations and 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 hurtin' you

See the gun wound, went for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
niggas was ready 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, some niggas called for you
them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them for you

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

I under things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and
A nigga kill his old man to get his 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 more than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who don't wanna be 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
ill, and it's lurkin' me

I got for you
Yo, up the ass for you
stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage for you
Ill, blowin' them for you

See the gun wound, went for you
Who ran up in the house,
Caught one he and for who
When was ready to murder 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 stop blowin' the for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you