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)
Just Tim-baland, and Kim
(Uh, uh, uh, what)

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

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

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

ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a
I got 20/20 vision, funny money
(Uh, uh, uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My whole committee stay shitty ask with the Desert E's
One at the Benz-y make 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, It's just for my man
Do for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft, when I cough, to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' pamper me
I see, this nigga 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, nearly my age
I want to give it up anyway, it more pay
time, more money, have it your way

As the evening winds down, I'm making
that my got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course
Italian 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' thinkin about
come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways

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

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

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

You late, duct tape and rope
Once I wrap it round his throat 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 man, money 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, get that money man, money talks)