Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and 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 joint is for heavyweight's
Not them haters, knahmsayin?
in the Commission
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, 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 through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' less six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my

Duke ain't 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 some famous from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank
Duke wanted me to work for him, even for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he know
I'ma end up him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it my fault
If money talk and walk, round one

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

I'm in wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
time, more 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
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like
Me, I do operas the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, 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, talkin'?
I hate nigga in the worst way

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

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to up a lie
And the lie me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', '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
time, more money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making
my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course
Italian 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 the phone in the tray, anyways

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

Check it, let me you
Remember when I those niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the Geo
was creole, used to be a tight trio
Till one fled with the dough, his name?
(Rio)

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

You late, tape and cable rope
I wrap it round his throat 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 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 money man, money talks)