Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

Ayo, get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential candidates is planning
With nations over 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
Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got
was just having fun with someone above her years

Niggas is still hatin, that
Nas done fell off with rhyming, he rather floss with
pray, please God, let him spit that 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 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, thats 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same
Nasty NASDAQ, y'all bow homes, this is Dow Jones

80 cal. chrome, needed alone to zone
The left 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 boarding

that nigga shit thats on the album
For them niggas inside the 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 Louie V. at the
Molotovs for Emmitt, you ain't as hot as I is
All of these false is not messiahs

You dont 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 punched down devils that brought the Towers