Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is for heavyweight's
Not them playa haters,
in the Commission
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Lake
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, keep your 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 seven 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 this cat is a
I got 20/20 vision, money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a
Just famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if bank tight
Duke me to work 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 wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, more money, it your way

I'm in love 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 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
Invited his man and some bitch named
Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the on 'em

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

My committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One at the Benz-y make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu
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 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 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 ta mon, nearly twice 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
that my Milli got rounds, plane ticket 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 they care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray,

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

it, let me school 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 the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)

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

You late, duct 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 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, get that money man, money talks)