Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

This that shit thats on the album
For them niggas inside the linin, 40 houses
Bring back Arsenio, hip hop was
So Nas breathes life back into the

Let us make man in our image, it
I'm P. and Louie V. at the eulogy
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 hand touched George Foreman in Zaire
The same hand punched down devils that brought down the Towers