Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

'Twas the before twistmas
And all the house
We had guns and money
on the couch
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 enough for me
Stick a weak, kid'll you livin' in luxury

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

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

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

my hand 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 me work for them
And people work 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,
one from he and for who
When 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 blowin' the for you
Chill, some niggas crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

I resort to evil, I grow on trees
I'm by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether or clean
Gettin' ya hands on me is the American

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

Up in the dice games stepped on me
Bet on me, couldn't pay, 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 make me 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,
one from he and for who
When niggas was to murder me
You stayed up in the crib, like a
Lookin' ill, and lurkin' me

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

If you had a million of me, would you do with me yo?
you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me
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 ones and families
A nigga his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions, me

Wanna find me, the machine is where 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 don't be like me

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
ill, and it's lurkin' me

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

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 it's me

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