Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich people me work for them
And poor work for me
Who am I? I'm money
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 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' hags for you

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

I'm more powerful than God, or
when you pray 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, couldn't pay, 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, 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
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 crabs for you
Holdin' them garbage for you
Ill, blowin' them for you

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

I under seen things I I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and
A kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got enscriptions, examine me

Wanna find me, the bank machine is I be
And 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
I'm notorious than the B.I.G.
I'm so money, who wanna be like me

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
stop blowin' the cabs for you
Chill, niggas called crabs for you
Holdin' garbage bags for you
Ill, blowin' hags for you

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 stayed up in the crib, like a
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 crabs for you
Holdin' them bags for you
Ill, them hags for you