Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

Play this by ya stomach, let my 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 with someone above her

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

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

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

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

that nigga shit 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 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 know how high the sky is
The square mileage of for what Pi is
Im the shaky that touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand that down devils that brought down the Towers