Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

out to the kids, all my niggas with bids
Whether suited up or booted up or in the mid
You can it or boot it up, my pupils unlid
All my students of the underground with record gigs

Callin' out to the girls, the inventors of
The intelligence of relevance and elegant
Pour like nectar from the big bang opus in swirls
Down the sweaty backs of tracks and dried jheri curls

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

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

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

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

I swear I used to to change back the year
When niggas spoke of motherships with space helmets for
Well, now what have we
and poets, ah yeah

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

While ration out fear but I'm fearless
I feel alone, homeless, peerless
What will it take to shake the for everyone to hear this?

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

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

All payments due, you some papes
I upon I trust you will invest
chances are the game is just a test
Professor of the truth real truth emeritus

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

So come along, invited
of distinguished paths, victims and conquered
Those who stand alone and those who unfettered

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

The truth prevails when all fails
Drug dealers make the music, then guess who's
Your souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and

The chord that from anthems
Sung right now to way way
The legacy of distilled to brownish black

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