Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for
Not playa haters, knahmsayin?
in the Commission
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie
Introduced me to this weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, though you ain't a fool
And you see right through the nigga, how he
If he holdin' less six
He gonna get the digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke even worth the space
Glass and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, funny money
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a
Just famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even for him

a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my
If money talk and walk, round one

I'm in wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, money, have it your way

Know de money and the is my style
Me a forget it

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man and some named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, with the crocodile on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was sorta like soccer
Me, I do with the Mali and the vodka
Out in gettin' proper and I, betcha fifty

My whole committee stay shitty ask with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, talkin'?
I this nigga in the worst way

And I wanna be here in the first place
But uh, It's just for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to up a lie
And the lie keep me full of
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' pamper me
I see, this ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, I come, uh

I'm in wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making
that my got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, of course it's
where they confiscate, burners in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
They the mob and they don't care and I
While I'm contemplatin' about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray,

"Is there a in the house?"
How he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds thick
Hopin' my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's to fool you

it, let me school you
Remember when I said niggaz robbed Leo
on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, to be a tight trio
Till one fled the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, undercover
they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you

You late, duct and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his throat all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie,
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)