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, joint is strictly for heavyweight's
Not playa haters, knahmsayin?
'Cause in the
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Lake
me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't with him

one rule, always 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 digits or visit, in my Wizard?

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

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a
Just some famous words the late Frank White
I right, if your bank tight
Duke me to work for him, even flirt for him

Wear a skirt 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 talk and bullshit walk, round one

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

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

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

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, with the crocodile on 'em

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

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

And I didn't wanna be here in the first
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the
hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me of empathy
So when I shit on nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, this nigga about 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
More time, money, have it your way

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

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

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

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