Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

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

Yo, yo yo yo, this is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them haters, knahmsayin?
'Cause in the
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself
mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't with him

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

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

No dough, no show, dodo, a no-no
Just some famous words from the Frank White
I blink right, if your tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he don't
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 to give it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

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

Know de and the lovin' is my style
Me a it tonight

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

But the nigga still was corny, he me
His preference was sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the and the vodka
Out in Cali proper and I, betcha fifty

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

And I didn't wanna be here in the first
But uh, It's vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go with the plan
Tryin' not to throw him off

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You late, duct tape and cable
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, get that money 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)