Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

'Twas the before twistmas
And all the house
We had and money around
on the couch
We was dressed with black this time
Mmm,

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

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

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

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

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

people 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, 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
Lookin' ill, and it's me

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

I resort to evil, I don't on trees
I'm by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
And I'm always green whether or clean
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, with weapontry
This one couple on me, and slept on me

Up in the dice niggas stepped on me
Bet on me, pay, bled 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 it's you

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 blowin' the for you
Chill, some niggas crabs for you
them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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

I under seen things I wish I seen
I came between ones and families
A nigga his old man to get his hands on me
Got enscriptions, examine me

Wanna find me, the bank 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 niggas was 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 blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, some called crabs for you
them garbage bags 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, 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
them garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' them for you