Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

Scared don't make none
Scared don't make none
Scared money don't 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 parade of scars if you been stabbed or shot
Son, we these batons right 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 download it or boot it up, my unlid
All my students of the underground with record gigs

out to the girls, the inventors of worlds
The intelligence of relevance and pearls
Pour like from the lotus big bang opus in swirls
the sweaty backs of hairyweave tracks 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 that
your cup up so this ancient rain can find its way in
Let these know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yes

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

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

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

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

What we seem to have in common is we're as air
Yes, the lowest of anthems sung each day every year
From cashing 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 torn from prayer lists
Descendant of the womb, the lotus blooms I come near it
I declare it time to karat to carrot
What was olden remains golden sceptered I dare to share it

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

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

I am the king as I my son to dance and sing
We celebrate our 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 come along, everyone's
Heroes of paths, victims and conquered
Those who stand alone and those who stand

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

The truth when all else fails
Drug dealers make the music, guess who's back?
Your souls answer to greenbacks, and crack

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

Rolls off the a pointed gun
Fake nigga's stand back
The trumpet calls and yes, yes,
The emperor's his hat