Luyện nghe bài hát Money Over Bullshit

My niggaz got grills, skully hats and gats be fullys
Brat, cars peel, the Coast cartel
Rats get tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the who rap

Pure euphoria, a of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin'
stop, the doors open up to a brick wall

I can smell the haters, thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get up
Even if indicted Jacob

Forensics, Paramedics cowards off
shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit from an iron
I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid this shit

Got bitches as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to hotel, a maid and a shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his come out
You a kid, you don't what you rap about

King poetic, too many haters to
Too paper to count, QB bitch

Join me in war, many will live, will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols brawn
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols brawn
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength

Got candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinkin' 'bout which to target
You kill a today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, be no Martyrs

Tec on the table, Mag .44
Black on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, the caviar
You niggaz fish-made, niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz, it's fifty to dissect the General
If I ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your
Rule 2, thought ya knew don't with God's Son

Rule 3, see, matter fact, I wait
If reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in wit Nas

Join me in war, many live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own

Join me in war, will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, over brawn
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own

crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, laced in riches
Cake from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in

From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast
blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art
Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no
Five-star restaurant

Don't who your peeps is
to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if grind with you or slang for ya
Seen live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner

girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a trapped
Like Madame Zenobia's with kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all

me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, over brawn
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over
Afraid not of of you cowards but of my own strength
not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

There it is, QB bitch,
QB bitch, yeah,
QB