Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood money mercenaries, think you can Wu?
It's a race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, do
Great minds like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the
Old ball and chain, I named her X
She big cannons, sex unprotected
You respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, are scoping
I sell crack, I sell dopium
him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, behind the glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that
Easy the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

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

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

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

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

[Outro: Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll
Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be
Only the clue's on the other end of the
Somebody let the monkeys out the
police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Barney is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy hair between your leg lock
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
Somebody let the out the cage
let the monkeys out the cage
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, you got in there?
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her
Calabama all'll quit
Talking short dick shit
Speak up, no speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got in crowd
Shit, they me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vocabulary
Malicious, malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that
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 will rise so far above ya
And you drown of a ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I flow
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the
Call me the verbal menacing dentist
the drill, I got lyrical skills
I perform oral root canals
It's to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya
you to choke
On where it hurts, vocals
down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the shit...