Luyện nghe bài hát Money Talks

Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Na, na na, na)
Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is for heavyweight's
Not them haters, knahmsayin?
in the Commission
You ask for to hit em, uh

My man flew me to the Erie Lake
me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
First mistake, piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' him

one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
And you see through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin' less six
He gonna get the seven or visit, numbers in my Wizard?

Duke ain't worth the space
Glass shoes and put him dead in his place
Damn Blake, tell this cat is a snake?
I got vision, funny money vision
(Uh, uh, uh)

No dough, no show, dodo, that's a
Just some famous words from the late White
I blink right, if your bank
Duke wanted me to work for him, flirt for him

Wear a short skirt for him, he don't
I'ma end up him at the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my
If money and bullshit walk, round one

I'm in love wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to give it up anyway, because it pay
More time, more money, have it way

I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
More time, more money, it your way

Know de money and the is my style
Me a it tonight

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
The play at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man and some bitch Kendall
Tried to style on 'em, shoes the crocodile on 'em

But the still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta soccer
Me, I do operas the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha

My whole committee stay ask Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the Benz-y ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu
I hate this nigga in the way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first
But uh, just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam, go along with the plan
Tryin' not to throw him off

And I know he soft, I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie me full of empathy
So when I shit on nigga, he gon' still pamper me
I see, nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, I come, uh

I'm in love wit' ta mon, twice my age
I want to it up anyway, because it more pay
More time, money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making
my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course
where they confiscate, burners in they office

Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who
They the mob and don't care and I swear
While I'm contemplatin' about later
come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways

"Is there a in the house?"
How could he say this out his
I'm the black chick with diamonds this thick
Hopin' it's my Blake C.
'Cause sometimes these like to fool you

it, let me school you
Remember when I said niggaz robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight
Till one with the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)

I was a girlie lover, undercover
Played they in tight clothes like they was no other
Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you

You late, tape and cable rope
I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
(Oh oh)

Na, na, na, na,
(Oh, oh)
Whookie, whookie,
(Oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)
Wha
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na
(Oh, oh)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that money man, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)

(Oh, oh, oh)
Na, na, na, na, wha
(Bullshit walks, talks)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Wha uh, na, na, na, na
(Uh, gotta get that man, money talks)