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 stake with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they faceless

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

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

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

Now, add 23 more 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
Nasty NASDAQ, y'all bow homes, this is Dow Jones

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

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

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

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