Luyện nghe bài hát Scared Money

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

Callin' haves and have nots, cell on the block
Every nigga with a trigger, barreled or cocked
March in like parade of scars if you stabbed or shot
Son, we smokin' these batons right in 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 pupils
All my students of the underground with store gigs

Callin' out to the girls, the of worlds
The intelligence of and elegant pearls
Pour nectar from the lotus big bang opus in swirls
Down the sweaty of hairyweave tracks and dried jheri curls

Callin' out to the pimps hat cocked slump with 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 know the cost of heavenly bliss, yes

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

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

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

I I used to pray to change back the year
When niggas of motherships with space helmets for hair
Well, now have we here?
Thugs and poets, ah

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

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

I can't bear this, born of pages torn ancient prayer lists
Descendant of the womb, the lotus blooms when I near it
I declare it to realign karat to carrot
was olden remains golden sceptered tongue I dare to share it

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

All payments due, you made some
I wrote upon I you will invest
'Cause chances are the game is a test
Professor of the truth talk truth emeritus

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

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

Fuck the bullshit 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 the music, then guess who's back?
Your souls to greenbacks, hoes and crack

The that strung from anthems
Sung now to way way back
The of Hennessey distilled to brownish black

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