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 black jewelry this time
Mmm,

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

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

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

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

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

Rich people me work for them
And poor people for me
Who am I? Nigga I'm
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 niggas was ready to 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 the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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

I'm more than God, or Razale
'Cause when you to God nigga, you pray for me
I'm an hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
This one fucked 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 you try and get me and it's 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
Lookin' ill, and 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 bags for you
Ill, them hags for you

If you had a of me, what would you do with me yo?
Would you blow me in a month and have to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me
Take me to the streets and me from, do' to sto' to do'

I under seen things I wish I seen
I came loved ones and families
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 showed 'em to a grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm more notorious 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,
Caught one he and for who
When 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 the cabs for you
Chill, some niggas called for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, them hags 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 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 called crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, blowin' them for you