Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

that nigga shit thats on the album
For them niggas inside the linin, 40 houses
Bring Arsenio, hip hop was aborted
So Nas life back into the embryo

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

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