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)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, joint is strictly for heavyweight's
Not them haters, knahmsayin?
'Cause in the
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, Jesus piece was
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't with him

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

Duke even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him 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 famous words the late Frank White
I blink right, if your tight
Duke wanted me to work for him, even for him

Wear a short for him, he don't know
end up hurtin' 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 wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to 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 it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, more money, have it way

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

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, hit the venue
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, 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 whole committee 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 first
But uh, It's vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go with the plan
Tryin' not to throw him off

And I know he soft, I cough, it's 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', he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', 'em up, here I come, uh

I'm in wit' 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 got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate, in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
They the mob and they care and I swear
While I'm thinkin about later
Here come the with the phone in the tray, anyways

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

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

I was a girlie lover, undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my
All I'm sayin' is 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 that man, money talks)