Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, 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, 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, monkey see, do
Great connect like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her X
She love big cannons, sex
You respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
You get ya ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I sell crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah, he too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof
You a Wu pass, a bag of that high
Easy the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

Method 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 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 heads down every time we
Give us a hundred 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
Throw a slug, catch a
Meanwhile, beat trial, on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street brother how
Point blank, I'm rank, calling shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block
Never settle for less, pay us top dollar

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

George Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll
that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the out the cage
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Barney is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two in a headlock
Macy hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Somebody let the monkeys out the
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in
Over-crowded police blood bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer hoodrat
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry roll down her back
niggaz all'll quit
Talking short dick shit
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in
Shit, they call me the lip
The linguistic, full metal jacket of 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 point
Dum dum, pow, shot gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, a vicious 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 shit
I a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, a verbal hangnail
hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi 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 skills
I could perform root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
Kick ya teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, unspoken
down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking
Fuck the shit...