Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

[Hook: Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your 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, keep your 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
Great minds connect like mobster
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra
I'm in the Hip Hop of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex
You better respect it, kid, we to set trip
You get ya ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack, I dopium
him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, the bulletproof glass
You a Wu pass, a bag of that high
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 to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we for cheese
Got our on the front of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get
And back heads down every we sing
Give us a grand for a show, let us rock
For more money, more chicks, private stock

They call me Streetlife, slap the
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya
Throw a slug, catch a
Meanwhile, trial, back on that cash cow
CREAM, however, a street brother 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
settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: George
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz quit
Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be
Only the clue's on the end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the
Over-crowded blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the out the cage
Barney here is down to a dreadlock
Armpit like two in a headlock
Gray's hair between your leg lock
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 monkeys out the
This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bamboo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
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 dick shit
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm loud
Venacular ass kicking, got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lip
The linguistic, full jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the without Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point
Dum dum, pow, from gattling gums
on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, malice and mayhem
a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me that shit
I stick a venacular so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, a verbal hangnail
hung on my big toe, as I flow 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 on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing
the drill, I got lyrical skills
I could perform oral canals
It's unwise to with me
Kick ya teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to
On where it hurts, vocals
Tying down ya vocal and windpipe tight
With toe and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
the dumb shit...