Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

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

this by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
Ill be his daddy if theres there to love it
him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun someone above her years

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

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

80 cal. chrome, needed time to zone
The left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the home kids and boarding 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 back into the embryo

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