Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

Callin' out to the kids, all my niggas bids
Whether 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 inventors of
The intelligence of relevance and pearls
Pour like nectar from the lotus big bang in swirls
Down the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks and jheri curls

Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump 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 niggas know the of reaching heavenly bliss, yes

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

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

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

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

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

they ration out fear but I'm fearless
Sometimes I alone, homeless, peerless
What will it 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 declare it time to realign karat to
was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share it

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chord strung from anthems
Sung right now to way way
The of Hennessey distilled to brownish black

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