Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

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

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

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

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

Scared money don't make
Scared money make none
Scared don't make none
Scared money make 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 to pray to change back the year
When niggas spoke of motherships with space for hair
Well, now what have we
and poets, ah yeah

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

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

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

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

All payments due, you made papes
I wrote upon I trust you invest
'Cause are the game is just a test
of the truth talk real truth emeritus

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

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

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

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

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

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