Luyện nghe bài hát Money Over Bullshit

My niggaz got scarred grills, skully and gats be fullys
Brat, cars peel, the Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and
The snitches in the and the snitches who rap

Pure euphoria, a of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick

I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad prayers
your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my get laced up
Even if they Jacob

Forensics, Paramedics carry off
Defibrillators shock to chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell an iron
I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from shit

Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS exist
They get to your hotel, a maid and a shit
Put a barrel in a mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you live what you rap about

King poetic, too many haters to
Too much paper to count, QB

Join me in war, many will live, will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, carpet
'bout which nigga to target
You a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no

Tec on the table, Mag .44
Black on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, the caviar
You niggaz fish-made, niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz, it's fifty ways to dissect the
If I give ya the top five, you not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from tongue
Rule 2, thought ya knew fuck with God's Son

Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just
If reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is alive
y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas

Join me in war, many will live, many will
Money over bullshit, pistols brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many live, many will mourn
(My own nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength

From crack pushers to pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in
ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in

non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy art
pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant

forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind you or slang for ya
Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very corner

Pretty glance at us, status unconceivable
planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped
Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly,

Join me in war, many will live, many mourn
over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's I'm scared of)
over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own

it is, QB bitch, yeah
QB bitch, yeah,
QB