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

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

Tender love and care, I see the money with my eye
band man like my nickname T.I
Labels sign but the money so eh
And the iffy so Brooklyn tell 'em see ya
I'm most loyal to the most
You can't find dirt on me 'cause I'm not
I wouldn't do for money man (yeah)
Aminé ain't wonder man
Now all, women making calls
"Aminé, do you got that paper? Let me hold it"
Mama need a whip and my need a crib
Got a phone, lil nigga, why the fuck I need a
Black pepper chicken and chow mein, my
Sayin' you ain't racist really racist
See give a nigga rings
Then when you get it everybody call you

when it all boils down
Everything's a riddle, fickle
There's no satisfaction, there's no
'Cause when it all boils
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 the world around me
why it's on my mind
Everyday I up
get this cake up
Looking at my like
Is what it's made of (made of)
rule the world around me
And now I realize...

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

My city thought it'd make 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 them
make my world go 'round
Money make my pounce
Ask God for a lot
Success ain't 'bout the and how much jewels you rock
is when I can tell my mama to quit her job
Still poppin' 'cause my momma like my hero
Now hoes give me head 'cause I banana bread
black boy, me I were so rude
Give me 40 with a Moscow Mule
My Señorita boricua, she a lot of the reefer
I need me commas on if rappers want him on feature
I'm making Swiss beats so I it like an Alicia
Money din't make you happy, it makes you wanna get richer

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

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