Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood money mercenaries, you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can who?
Hip hop flunky, monkey see, monkey do
Great minds connect like mobster
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 named her X
She big cannons, sex unprotected
You respect 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 too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm shy

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

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

They me Streetlife, slap 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 brother know how
blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the
Peace to my ala mater, block scholars
Never settle for less, pay us top dollar

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

George Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama all'll quit
Talking short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Barney here is down to a feeding
Armpit two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg
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
Somebody let the monkeys out the
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in
Over-crowded police blood bamboo
Chickenhead skeezer hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Ya so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
niggaz all'll quit
Talking short dick shit
up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lip
The linguistic, full metal jacket of ballistic
out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I flunk diaper rash
I'm toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious
Malicious, malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and slay
Them and poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me that shit
I stick a 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 of a poetic ass kicking
lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
With the drill, I got lyrical
I could perform oral canals
unwise to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom down ya throat
you to choke
On it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking
the dumb shit...