Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

Callin' out to the kids, all my with bids
Whether suited up or 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

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

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

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

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

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 to pray to change back the year
When niggas spoke of with space helmets 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 day every year
From check cashing to latest

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

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

All who hear it at once, royal highness 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 made some
I wrote upon I trust you will
'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 earthly fate, my daughter gives me
We are one descendants of the mothership and
Southern trees have born strange fruit, hail, salute a troop well

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

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

The prevails when all else 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 legacy of Hennessey distilled to black

Rolls off the a pointed gun
Fake best stand back
The trumpet calls and yes, yes,
The changed his hat