Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

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

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

out to the girls, the inventors of worlds
The intelligence of relevance and pearls
Pour like nectar from the big bang opus in swirls
Down the sweaty of hairyweave tracks and dried 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 ancient rain can find its way in
Let these know the cost of reaching heavenly bliss, yes

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

money don't make none
Scared money don't none
Scared money don't none
money 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 of motherships with space helmets for hair
Well, now what have we
and poets, ah yeah

What we seem to have in common is common as air
Yes, the lowest rung of anthems sung day every year
check cashing to latest fashions

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

I bear 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 realign karat to
What was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to it

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

All payments due, you made papes
I wrote upon I trust you will
'Cause chances are the is just a test
Professor of the truth talk real truth

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

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

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

The prevails when all else fails
Drug dealers make the music, then guess back?
souls answer to greenbacks, hoes and crack

The chord strung from anthems
right now to way way back
The legacy of Hennessey to brownish black

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