Luyện nghe bài hát Tar Pit

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

Blood money mercenaries, you can muscle Wu?
a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop flunky, monkey see, monkey do
Great minds like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, thing
I'm in the Hip Hop of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
Old and chain, I named her Madam X
She big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are
I don't crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah, he too fast
Professor X, the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of high
Easy the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

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

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

They call me Streetlife, slap the
Out ya mug, ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, a case
Meanwhile, trial, back on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street brother how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got
Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em the showshotter
to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
Never settle for less, pay us top dollar

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

[Outro: Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama all'll quit
Talking that short shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the
Somebody let the monkeys out the
police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackrock hoodrat
let the monkeys out the cage
Barney is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a
Macy hair between your leg lock
let the monkeys 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 is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll her back
Calabama niggaz all'll
Talking that short dick
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking
Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in
Shit, call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling
Hooked on phonics, a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, with malice and
Fuck a dictionary, me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally symptoms
Pissing me the off, missing me with that shit
I stick a foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees rise so far above ya head
And you of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving shoe polish on ya breath
in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
Call me the verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got skills
I could perform oral canals
It's unwise to with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya
you to choke
On where it hurts, vocals
down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya hemmoroids
the dumb shit...