Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

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

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

Take 27 MCs, put 'em in a and they out of alignment
My assignments since he retirement
Hiding 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets but dies 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 same
Nasty NASDAQ, y'all gonna bow homes, is Dow Jones

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

This that nigga thats on the album
For niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio, hip hop was
So Nas life 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 George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand punched down devils that brought down the Towers