Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

Blood money mercenaries, think you can Wu?
a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, do
Great minds connect like rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her X
She big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid, we to set trip
You get ya ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack, I sell
Catch him at the podium, nah, he too fast
Professor X, the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm shy

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (1-2-3-4)

We might have to 8 Diagram one of MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for
Got our on the front of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx that get CREAM
And back heads every time we sing
us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock
For more money, more chicks, more stock

They call me Streetlife, slap the
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya
Throw a slug, catch a
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on cash cow
CREAM, however, a street brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got
the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang scholars
Never for less, promoters pay us top dollar

Method Man (George Clinton)]
Get money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sharp (1-2-3-4)

George Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz quit
Talking that dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the
Somebody let the out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo
Chickenhead crackrock hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a dreadlock
like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry roll down her back
let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the
[coughs] This is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
Calabama niggaz all'll
that short dick shit
Speak up, no loud but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, got there in crowd
Shit, they me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling
Hooked on phonics, packing a vocabulary
Malicious, with and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic
Pissing me the fuck off, me with that shit
I a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass
Leaving lyrical on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi polish on ya breath
in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
With the drill, I got skills
I could oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
Kick ya wisdom down ya throat
you to choke
On it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking
the dumb shit...