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 money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

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

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

We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all
We grind everyday and we for cheese
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 Cuban Linx that get CREAM
And heads down every time we sing
Give us a hundred for a show, let us rock
For money, more chicks, more private stock

They call me Streetlife, slap the
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya
a slug, catch a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a 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, block scholars
settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: George
The Clan'll talk, Calabama all'll quit
Talking that short shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the on the other end of the stick
let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo
Chickenhead crackrock hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the out the cage
[coughs] This is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bimbo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears down her back
Calabama niggaz all'll
Talking that short shit
Speak up, no speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got in crowd
Shit, call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, point tongue
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious
Malicious, with malice and
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll
Them and literally symptoms
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 of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a hangnail
That on my big toe, as I flow upward
yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear 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 lyrical
I could perform oral root
It's unwise to with me
ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal and windpipe tight
With toe and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the shit...