Luyện nghe bài hát Money Over Bullshit

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

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

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

Forensics, carry cowards off
shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an
I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm from this shit

Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a
Put a barrel in a mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you live what you rap about

King poetic, too many to count
Too much to count, QB bitch

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

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

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

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 ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my from your tongue
2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son

Rule 3, see, fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still
Like y'all in agreement wit Nas

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

Join me in war, will live, many will mourn
(My own nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength

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

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

Don't forget who peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine you
Only if grind with you or slang for ya
Seen live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner

Pretty girls glance at us, status
Private planes out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a trapped
Like Madame with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all

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

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

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