Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

Ayo, queens get the money, niggas still screaming, chasing
But presidential candidates is wars
With other nations stake with masons
Pregnant give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless

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

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

Take 27 MCs, put 'em in a line and they out of
My assignments since he said
Hiding 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets rich but dies rhymin, is hot science

Now, add 23 more from Queens to
I'm over they heads like a bulimic on a
Now, thats 50 porch ate up at the same time
Nasty NASDAQ, y'all bow homes, this is Dow Jones

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

This that nigga shit on the album
For niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio, hip hop was
So Nas breathes back into the embryo

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

You dont how high the sky is
The square mileage of Earth for Pi is
Im the shaky hand that touched Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that punched down devils that down the Towers