Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

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

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

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

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

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 really the sun

people make me work for them
And people work for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm
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 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 blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
them garbage bags for you
Ill, them hags for you

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

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

Up in the dice niggas stepped 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 up in the crib, like a bitch
Lookin' ill, and 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' garbage bags 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 seen I wish I hadn't seen
I came loved ones and families
A kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions, me

Wanna find me, the 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, 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, 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 niggas called 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,
one from 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 the cabs for you
Chill, some called crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, them hags for you