Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep 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 your sharp (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, thing
I'm in the Hip Hop of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her X
She love big cannons, sex
You better respect it, kid, we to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, are scoping
I don't sell crack, I sell
him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof
You need a Wu pass, a bag of high
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm shy

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

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

They call me Streetlife, the taste
Out ya mug, ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, a case
Meanwhile, trial, back on that cash cow
CREAM, however, a street brother know how
Point blank, I'm rank, calling shot, I got bank
the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang scholars
settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit, we was to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the
let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackrock
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy Gray's hair between your leg
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Somebody let the monkeys out the
[coughs] This is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, she cry tears roll down her back
Calabama niggaz all'll
that short dick shit
Speak up, no loud but I'm speaking loud
ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lip
The linguistic, full metal of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't diaper rash
I'm toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling
on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll
and literally poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, me with that shit
I stick a foot so far up in ya ass
You be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will so far above ya head
And you of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal
That hung on my big toe, as I flow
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the on the rest
Call me the verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got lyrical
I could oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya
you to choke
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya hemmoroids
the dumb shit...