Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

Scared money don't none
Scared don't make none
Scared money make none
money don't make none

Callin' haves and have nots, every cell on the
Every nigga with a trigger, empty barreled or
in like parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot
Son, we smokin' these batons right in front of cops

Callin' out to the kids, all my with bids
suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid
You can download it or boot it up, my unlid
All my students of the underground record store gigs

Callin' out to the girls, the of worlds
The intelligence of and elegant pearls
Pour like nectar the lotus big bang opus in swirls
the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curls

Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with your
On your wrist with just a twist of lime to go that limp
Hold your cup up so this rain can find its way in
Let these niggas know the of reaching heavenly bliss, yes

money don't make none
Scared money make none
money don't make none
Scared money don't none

Scared don't make none
Scared money don't make
Scared money make none
Scared money don't make

It was all a dream, it was all a
I used to fantasize I was Malcolm or in the pulpit
The ballot or the

I I used to pray to change back the year
niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for hair
Well, now have we here?
Thugs and poets, ah

What we seem to have in common is we're as air
Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung each day every
From cashing to latest fashions

they ration out fear but I'm fearless
Sometimes I alone, homeless, peerless
What it take to shake the land for everyone to hear this?

I can't bear this, born of torn from ancient prayer lists
Descendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I come it
I it time to realign karat to carrot
What was olden golden sceptered tongue I dare to share it

All who hear it know at once, royal over blunts
Thug of thugs, pimp of pimps, tongue and ivory fronts
Grind and hustle, niggas know the heart is just a

All payments due, you made some
I wrote upon I you will invest
'Cause chances are the game is just a
Professor of the truth talk real truth

I am the king as I command my son to and sing
We our earthly fate, my daughter gives me wings
We are one descendants of the mothership and
Southern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well

So come along, everyone's
of distinguished paths, victims and conquered
Those who stand alone and who stand unfettered

Fuck the bullshit whether the hill or from the pulpit
Today, I put my money on the of every culprit

The truth prevails all else fails
Drug dealers make the music, then who's back?
Your answer to greenbacks, hoes and crack

The chord strung from anthems
Sung now to way way back
The legacy of Hennessey distilled to brownish

Rolls off the tongue a gun
Fake nigga's best back
The calls and yes, yes, y'all
The changed his hat