Luyện nghe bài hát Money Over Bullshit

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

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

I can smell the haters, thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get up
if they 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 paid from this

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

King poetic, too haters to count
Too paper to count, QB bitch

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

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

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

Niggaz, it's ways to dissect the General
If I ya the top five, you will not survive
1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck God's Son

Rule 3, see, fact, I just wait
If y'all top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
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, many will live, many mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm of)
Money over bullshit, over brawn
not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own

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

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

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

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

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

Join me in war, many will live, many mourn
(My own nigga, that's 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

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