Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, see, monkey do
Great minds connect mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
Old and chain, I named her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex
You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are
I don't sell crack, I dopium
him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof
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, your 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 front of CD's, we off the
W.T.C. y'all soft and
Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx that get CREAM
And back heads down time we sing
Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us
For more money, chicks, more private stock

They call me Streetlife, the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, catch a
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cow
CREAM, however, a street brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, block scholars
Never for less, promoters pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: George
The Clan'll talk, niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be
the clue's on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the out the cage
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackrock hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy Gray's between your leg lock
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Somebody let the out the cage
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in
Over-crowded police blood bimbo
skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears down her back
Calabama all'll quit
that short dick shit
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in
Shit, they me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth without or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious
Malicious, malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll
Them and poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me that shit
I a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
And you of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
the drill, I got lyrical skills
I perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying down ya vocal and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking
the dumb shit...