Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

Play by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
Ill be his daddy if theres nobody there to it
Tell him his Nasir, tell 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 rather floss with
They pray, please God, let him spit that Uzi and the army
That doowop rollin oo-whops in the park reclinin

27 MCs, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment
My assignments since he 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 like a 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, needed time alone to
The mack his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the group home kids and houses

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

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

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