Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

haves and have nots, every cell on the block
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 of these cops

Callin' out to the kids, all my niggas with
Whether up or booted up or stuck in the mid
You can download it or boot it up, my pupils
All my students of the underground with store gigs

out to the girls, the inventors of worlds
The of relevance and elegant pearls
Pour nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirls
Down the sweaty backs of tracks and dried jheri curls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All payments due, you made some
I wrote upon I trust you invest
'Cause chances are the game is a test
Professor of the talk 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 descendants of the and tongue
Southern trees have born strange fruit, hail, a troop well hung

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

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

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

The chord that strung from
right now to way way back
The legacy of distilled to brownish black

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