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 for heavyweight's
Not playa haters, knahmsayin?
in the Commission
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man Blake me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself
First mistake, piece was fake
But wait, he got in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see right the nigga, how he figure?
If he less than six
He get the seven digits or visit, numbers 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, funny vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, a no-no
Just famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if bank tight
wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him

Wear a skirt for him, he don't know
end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
Shit, I got to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, one

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I didn't be here in the first place
But uh, It's vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
Tryin' not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' 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, money, have it your way

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

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

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

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

I was a girlie lover, smooth
Played they 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 tape and cable
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, gotta get that man, money talks)