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

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

My man flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' 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' than six
He gonna get the seven or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

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

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

Wear a 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 my fault
If money and bullshit walk, round one

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

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, 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 bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes the crocodile on 'em

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

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

And I didn't be here in the first place
But uh, It's just for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the
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 of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still 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 love ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

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

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

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

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

I was a girlie lover, undercover
Played they hoes in clothes like they was no other
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, tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his it's 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 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, get that money man, money talks)