Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
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Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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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 Blake me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called Drake
First mistake, Jesus was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I fuckin' with him

one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see right 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
shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't this cat is a snake?
I got vision, funny money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

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

Wear a short 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 talk 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, money, have it your way

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

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

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
his man and some bitch 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 operas with the and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, fifty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check it, let me 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 fled with the dough, what's his
(Rio)

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

You late, duct tape and 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, 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 money man, talks)