Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah
Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah
Woah, hey

Everyday I up
get this cake up
Looking at my life
Is this what made of? (made of)
Money rule the around me
That's why it's on my
I wake up
Gotta get cake up
Looking at my life
Is this what made of? (made of)
Money rule the around me
And now I realize...

make the world go 'round
Money turn your friend down
turn a good girl out
Money make the sun go
And it make my
But it never my dream life
Money make the go 'round
Money turn your best down
Money turn a good out
Money make the sun go
And it my self-esteem
But it never my dream life

love and care, I see the money with my left eye
Rubber band man my nickname T.I
wanna sign but the money so eh
And the iffy so Brooklyn tell 'em see ya
I'm most to the most loyal
You find dirt on me 'cause I'm not soil
I wouldn't do much for man (yeah)
Aminé ain't wonder man
Now they all, women making
Like "Aminé, do you got that paper? Let me it"
Mama need a whip and my need a crib
Got a phone, lil nigga, why the I need a Rollie?
Black pepper and chow mein, my favorite
Sayin' you ain't racist sound racist
See money give a rings
when you get it everybody call you fake

'Cause when it all down
Everything's a riddle, fickle
There's no satisfaction, no satisfaction
when it all boils down
Everything's and little
There's no
no

Everyday I up
get this cake up
Looking at my like
Is what it's made of? (made of)
Money rule the world me
why it's on my mind
Everyday I up
Gotta get this up
Looking at my like
Is this it's made of (made of)
Money rule the world me
And now I realize...

Money make the world go
turn your best friend down
Money a good girl out
Money the sun go South
And it make my
But it take my dream life
Money the world go 'round
Money turn your best friend
Money turn a girl out
Money the sun go South
And it my self-esteem
But it take my dream life

My city never thought it'd a nigga like me
Young nigga from the 503
I'm Tom Cruise, the rap game the couch from
I'm here for my range, boy, not Rovers
Money my world go 'round
Money make my pounce
Ask God for a lot
Success ain't 'bout the and how much jewels you rock
Success is when I can tell my mama to her job
Still poppin' Pellegrino my momma like my hero
Now hoes give me head I make banana bread
Young black boy, me I were so
Give me 40 with a Moscow Mule
My boricua, she smoke a lot of the reefer
I need me commas on if rappers want him on feature
I'm making beats so I beat it like an Alicia
Money make you happy, it just makes you wanna get richer

'Cause when it all down
The bring me pleasure
There's no satisfaction, there's no
There's nothing you can do to me
What I need, (there's no satisfaction)
I really need

Money make the go 'round
Money turn your best friend
Money a good girl out
make the sun go South
And it make my
But it never take my dream