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, this joint is strictly for
Not playa 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, called Drake
First mistake, Jesus was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I fuckin' with him

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

ain't even worth the space
Glass and igloos 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 words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank
wanted me to work 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 my fault
If talk and bullshit walk, round one

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

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

de money 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 Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes the crocodile on 'em

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

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

And I didn't wanna be here in the place
But uh, It's just for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go 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' still me
I see, this nigga about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh

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

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

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

"Is there a 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 like to you

Check it, let me you
Remember I said those niggaz robbed Leo
on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight
Till one fled with the dough, his name?
(Rio)

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

You late, duct tape and cable
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, get that 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 that money man, talks)