Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood money mercenaries, think you can Wu?
It's a foot race, who can who?
Hip hop flunky, monkey see, monkey do
minds connect like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the
Old and chain, I named her Madam 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 crack, I sell dopium
him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, behind the glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that
with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

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

We might have to 8 Diagram one of 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 like the Linx Clan 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 call me Streetlife, the taste
Out ya mug, ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
a slug, catch a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street brother how
blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
Never for less, promoters pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: George
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz quit
Talking that dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Over-crowded police blood bimbo
skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Barney here is down to a dreadlock
like two Buckwheat's 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 down her back
Somebody let the out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the
This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead
let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her
Calabama all'll quit
Talking that short dick
Speak up, no loud but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, got there in crowd
Shit, they me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal of venacular ballistic
out at the mouth 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 gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, with malice and
a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic
Pissing me the off, missing me with that shit
I a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a ass kicking
Leaving lyrical on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving 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 perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck me
ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe
toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the shit...