Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

Callin' out to the kids, all my with bids
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

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

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

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

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

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

I swear I used to pray to 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 common as air
Yes, the lowest of anthems sung each day every year
From check cashing to fashions

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

I bear this, born of pages torn from ancient prayer lists
Descendant of the womb, the lotus when I come near it
I it time to realign karat to carrot
What was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to it

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

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

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

So along, everyone's invited
Heroes of distinguished paths, victims and
Those who stand alone and those who unfettered

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

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

The chord that strung anthems
right now to way way back
The of Hennessey distilled to brownish black

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