Luyện nghe bài hát We Hate Money

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

If I ever had money, I do some crazy shit
I'd probably hire Lady to babysit
So give me money, and be like "Fuck it"
I'll drop a hundred to make a vegan man eat turducken
You know I wouldn't off, I would spend my figures
Get a nose job, make it even
Set my Nissan on on the lawn
Then I buy my own plane, step on and "Bomb!"
And as my ego and my pockets
I'd fly to the next town to go to Taco
Then I'd pay all the haters to become
I'd pay Kanye to punch Justin Bieber
And then I'd buy a bunch of heroin and get really
And pay all the foreigners to Americans
The are endless
I even go to the dentist, but

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

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

We hate
Broke people up, if you lack cash put a hand up
We hate
And all the getting paid, throw all your money on stage
We hate
Dollars, cash, cheese, unless you're gonna some to me
We hate
And everyone who has it, we 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 bank minus, surviving debt
While the CEOs fly by in private
So let me see your lighters, the couldn't be tighter
And you call orderves
If whole predicament's vile, but you're still trying to smile
With the bills piled for
Problems, we've got ninety-eight plus one, no trust
If the cops we must run
I do it for my belt buckle, lung,
White knuckle, collar
Cold-hearted slaves to the saying

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

We hate
Broke stand up, if you lack cash keep your hands up
We hate
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 couldn't