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

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

My man Blake flew me to the Lake
Introduced me to this weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I fuckin' with him

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

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

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

Wear a short skirt for him, he 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 bullshit walk, one

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

I'm in wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, more money, have it 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
his man and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes the crocodile on 'em

But the nigga was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha

My whole committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the E's
One glance at the Benz-y 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, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to up a lie
And the lie me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga, he still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep
He must be up to somethin', 'em up, here I come, uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

You late, tape 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 that money man, 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)