Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Just Tim-baland, and 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, this joint is 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 heavy weighter, called 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 your cool, even you ain't a fool
And you see right the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' than six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my

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

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a
Just some famous from the late Frank White
I right, if your bank tight
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 money talk and walk, round one

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

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

Know de and the lovin' is my style
Me a forget it

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play starts at 8:00, hit the venue
Invited his man and some named Kendall
Tried to on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on 'em

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

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

And I didn't wanna be in the first place
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, 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 still pamper me
I see, nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, I come, uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

You late, duct and cable rope
Once I 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 money man, talks)