Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

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

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

We might have to 8 Diagram one of 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 Clan get CREAM
And back heads down every time we
Give us a grand for a show, let us rock
For more money, chicks, more private stock

They me Streetlife, slap the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you 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 rank, calling shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block
Never settle for less, promoters pay us top

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

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