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, 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 heavy weighter, called Drake
First mistake, Jesus was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I fuckin' with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you a fool
And you see through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' than six
He gonna get the digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't worth the space
Glass and igloos put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't this 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 right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to for him, even flirt for him

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

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly 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 money and the 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 bitch named
Tried to style on 'em, with the crocodile on 'em

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

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

And I didn't be here in the first place
But uh, It's vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the
Tryin' 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 this nigga, he gon' pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't 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 want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

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

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
They the mob and they care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' thinkin later
Here come the waiter the phone 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' my nigga Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these cat's like to you

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

I was a lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight like they was no other
Dumbin' the Jungle Brothers, till they caught 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 wrap it 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, get that money man, money talks)