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 Blake me to the Erie Lake
me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' him

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

Duke ain't even worth the
Glass shoes and put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

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

Wear a short skirt for him, he know
end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my
If money talk and bullshit walk, one

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

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
Invited his man and some named Kendall
Tried to on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on 'em

But the nigga was corny, he bore me
His was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha

My committee 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 this nigga in the way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first
But uh, It's vendetta 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 I shit on this nigga, he gon' still 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 want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

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

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

"Is a Queen 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.
'Cause these cat's like to fool you

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

I was a girlie lover, smooth
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no
like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught 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 rope
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 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 money man, money talks)