Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

Ayo, get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But candidates is planning wars
With other nations over stake with
Pregnant teens give birth to gangsters they daddies faceless

Play by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
Ill be his daddy if theres nobody to love it
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got
Momma was having fun with someone above her years

Niggas is hatin, talking that
Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss diamonds
pray, please God, let him spit that Uzi and the army linin
That doowop rollin oo-whops in the park reclinin

27 MCs, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment
My since he said retirement
behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets but dies rhymin, this is hot science

Now, add 23 from Queens to B'more
I'm they heads like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now, thats 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same
NASDAQ, y'all gonna bow homes, this is Dow Jones

80 cal. chrome, needed alone to zone
The mack left his iPhone and his nine at
My queen used her milkshake to y'all to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home and boarding houses

This that shit thats on the album
For them inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
back Arsenio, hip hop was aborted
So Nas breathes life back into the

Let us man in our image, spit it
I'm Huey P. and Louie V. at the
Throwing Molotovs for Emmitt, you as hot as I is
All of these false is not messiahs

You dont know how the sky is
The square of Earth for what Pi is
Im the shaky hand that George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down that brought down the Towers