Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

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

I'm the reason niggas 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
been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved, I've been alive

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

Even my got big, from net to gross
I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and
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 work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm
Who am I? I'm money

See the gun wound, down 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
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
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, them hags for you

I resort to evil, I don't on trees
I'm by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm green whether dirty 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 hand to hand, with 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 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,
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 blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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

I under things I wish I hadn't seen
I came loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his 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 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, 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
them garbage bags for you
Ill, them hags for you

See the gun wound, went 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, a bitch
Lookin' ill, and it's me

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