Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

Ayo, queens get the money, niggas still screaming, chasing
But presidential candidates is planning
With other over stake with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to gangsters they daddies faceless

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

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

Take 27 MCs, put 'em in a line and out of alignment
My since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 Mile and The
Gets but dies 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
Nasty NASDAQ, gonna bow homes, this is Dow Jones

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

This that nigga thats on the album
For them inside the chalk 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 Molotovs for Emmitt, you as hot as I is
All of these prophets is not messiahs

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