Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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Just Tim-baland, and Kim
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Tim-baland, and Lil' 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, himself Drake
First mistake, piece was fake
But wait, he got in his cake, I ain't fuckin' 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' less six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my

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 from the late Frank White
I right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to for him, even flirt 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 to pay, and it ain't my fault
If talk and bullshit walk, round one

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

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

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

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to on 'em, shoes 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 Cali gettin' proper and I, fifty

My whole stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, talkin'?
I hate nigga in the worst way

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

And I he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 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 want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, money, have it your way

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

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

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

it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggaz 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 in tight clothes like they was no other
like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
All I'm is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

You late, duct tape and cable
Once I wrap it 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 money man, 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)