Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can out-hustle
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 big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set
You get ya ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah, he too fast
Professor X, the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of high
Easy the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

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

We have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. y'all and shook
Y'all not built the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads every time we sing
Give us a grand for a show, let us rock
For more money, 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, catch a
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 settle for less, pay us top dollar

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

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