Luyện nghe bài hát We Hate Money

We money
Broke people stand up, if you lack put a hand up
We hate
And all the people getting paid, all your money on stage
We money
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give to me
We money
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you couldn't

If I had money, I would do some crazy shit
I'd probably Lady Gaga to babysit
So give me money, and be like "Fuck it"
drop a hundred grand to make a vegan man eat turducken
You know I wouldn't hold off, I would my figures
Get a nose job, make it bigger
Set my Nissan on fire on the
Then I buy my own plane, step on and "Bomb!"
And as my ego and my swell
I'd fly to the next to go to Taco Bell
Then I'd pay all the haters to believers
I'd pay Kanye West to Justin Bieber
And then I'd buy a of heroin and get really arrogant
And pay all the to become Americans
The are endless
I would go to the dentist, but

We hate
Broke people stand up, if you lack cash put a up
We money
And all the people paid, throw all your money on stage
We money
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna some to me
We money
And who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine

We got trash on the porch, we owned a Porsche
We wear our neckties to weddings and to court
Our pay gets docked like coming into port
So we keep cigars up like they're getting a divorce
all annoyed, checks all void
Eminem's the only one still employed in
Bobzins and jobs from Nevada to
And we're not Japanese but we're as Toyotas
Broseph, I you know this fired and demoted
They're drinking tapwater 'cuz they afford sodas
Struggling, covering shifts to buy Christmas gifts
Before had mistresses
at Wal-Mart, we hate Wall Street
As far as being in debt, balls deep
Collectors me, fucking all week
But I that shit straight to voicemail

We hate
people stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate
And all the people getting paid, throw all money on stage
We money
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna give to me
We hate
And who has it, we would do things that you couldn't imagine

They told us "Go to college, our domes"
Now we're jobless, with sixty thousand in loans
And the account's minus, surviving debt
the CEOs fly by in private jets
So let me see your lighters, the funds be tighter
And you call orderves
If your whole predicament's vile, but you're still to smile
the bills piled for miles
Problems, we've got ninety-eight plus one, no funds
If the cops come we run
I do it for my buckle, black lung,
knuckle, blue collar
Cold-hearted to the dollar saying

We hate
Broke stand up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We money
And all the people getting paid, all your money on stage
We money
Dollars, cash, cheese, you're gonna give some to me
We hate
And everyone who has it, we do things that you couldn't imagine

We hate
people stand up, if you lack cash keep your hands up
We money
And all the people paid, you can all go away
We hate
(and) dollars (and) cash (and) cheese (and) you're gonna give some to me
We hate
And everyone who has it, we would do things that you imagine