Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

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

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

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

They me Streetlife, slap the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cow
Getting CREAM, however, a brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got
Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em the showshotter
to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
Never settle for less, pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: George
The Clan'll talk, Calabama all'll quit
Talking that 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 crackrock hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is to a feeding dreadlock
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 down her
Somebody let the out the cage
let the monkeys out the cage
[coughs] This is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
Calabama all'll quit
Talking that short dick
Speak up, no loud but I'm speaking loud
ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
Shit, call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, malice and mayhem
a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and poetic symptoms
me the fuck off, missing me with that shit
I a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far ya head
And you drown of a ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I upward
yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
With the drill, I got lyrical
I could perform oral root
unwise to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking
Fuck the shit...