Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

Play this by ya stomach, let my words 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 with someone her years

Niggas is still hatin, that
Nas fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with diamonds
They pray, please God, let him spit 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
Hiding behind 8 and The Chronic
Gets but dies rhymin, this is hot science

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

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

This that nigga thats on the album
For them niggas inside the linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio, hip hop was
So Nas breathes life 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 these prophets is not messiahs

You know 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 that punched down devils brought down the Towers