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

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

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

We might have to 8 one of y'all MC's
We grind and we hustle for cheese
Got our on the front of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. soft and shook
Y'all not like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back down 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, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya
Throw a slug, a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street 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

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

George Clinton]
The talk, Calabama niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Over-crowded police bamboo bimbo
skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
here is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy Gray's hair between your leg
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Somebody let the out the cage
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bimbo
skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her
niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short shit
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in
Shit, call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the without Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling
Hooked on phonics, packing a vocabulary
Malicious, malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and slay
Them and literally symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that
I stick a venacular so far up in ya ass
You won't be to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass
lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I flow
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe on ya breath
Cavity in ya rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
With the drill, I got skills
I perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
Kick ya teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying down ya cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya hemmoroids
the dumb shit...