Luyện nghe bài hát Mo Money Mo Problems

Now, hot, who not?
Tell me who rock, who sell out in the
You me who flopped, who copped the blue drop?
Whose got rocks?
Who's mostly down to the tube sock?
The old pimp, Mase
You know ain't change but my limp
Can't stop till I see my name on a
a million sales, call it level up
You believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up
We don't play around, a bet, lay it down
Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they me now
I'm the young Harlem nigga the Goldie sound
Can't no Ph.D. hold me down
schooled me to the game, now I know my duty
Stay humble, stay low, blow Hootie
True pimp niggas no dough on the booty
And you yell, "there go Mase!" there go your cutie

I don't know they want from me
It's like the money we come across
The problems we see

I don't know what they from me
It's like the more we come across
The problems we see

I'm the D to the A to the
Know you'd rather see me die to see me fly
I call all the
Rip all the spots, all the rocks, cop all the drops
I know you now when all the balling stops
Nigga never home, gotta call me on the
10 years from now we'll be on top
Yo, I thought I told you we won't stop
Now what you gon' do with a crew that got money longer than yours,
And a much stronger than yours?
Violate me, this'll be day, we don't play
Mess around, be D.O.A. be on way
'Cause it enough time here
Ain't lime here for you to shine here
Deal with many women but dimes fair
And I'm than the city lights down in Times Square

I know what they want from me
It's like the more we come across
The problems we see

I know what they want from me
It's like the more money we across
The more we see

B-I-G P-O-P-P-A, no for the DEA
Federal agents mad 'cause I'm
Tap my cell and the phone in the
My team supreme, clean
Triple beam lyrical dream, I be
Cat you see at all bent
Gats in holsters, on shoulders
Playboy, I told ya, mics to me
too much, I lose too much
Step on stage, the girls boo too
I guess it's 'cause you run with dudes too much
Me lose my Never that!
If I did, no problem to get the gat
Where the true at? Throw your Rollies in the sky
'em side to side and keep your hands high
While I give your girl the eye, please
Lyrically, see B.I.G be flossing
Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5 O
Here's my phone number, your man got to know
I got the dough, got the down pizat
Platinum plus thizat
Dangerous on leave your ass flizat

I don't know they want from me
It's like the more money we across
The problems we see

I don't what they want from me
It's like the more money we across
The more we see

I don't what they want from me
It's the more money we come across
The more we see

What's goin' on? What's goin' on? (Somebody tell me) What's on?

I don't know what want from me
It's like the more money we across
The problems we see

I don't know what they from me
It's like the more money we across
The more we see

I don't know what they want me
It's the more money we come across
The problems we see

I don't know what want from me
It's like the money we come across