Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

Everybody me, I created thieves
Why I'm as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times, when it enough for me
Stick a weak, kid'll have you in luxury

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

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

Say my name enough and any nigga
Who you think lead that whole seller ass time
All by myself, I created on black crime
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 kill for me or die to me
But in the end am I worth the sun

Rich make me work for them
And poor 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 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 stop the cabs for you
Chill, some called crabs for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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

I'm powerful than God, or Razale
'Cause when you pray to God nigga, you for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand, with 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 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 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 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
Holdin' 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 to show
Or you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to to do'

I under seen things I wish I hadn't
I between loved ones and families
A nigga kill his old man to get his on me
Got enscriptions, examine 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, 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 it's 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' hags for you

See the gun wound, down 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, some niggas called for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, blowin' them for you