Luyện nghe bài hát Queens Get The Money

Ayo, get the money, niggas still screaming, paper chasing
But presidential is planning wars
With other nations stake with masons
Pregnant teens give birth to gangsters they daddies faceless

Play by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
Ill be his daddy if theres nobody there to it
him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here
Momma was just having fun with above her years

Niggas is still hatin, that
Nas done fell off with rhyming, he floss with diamonds
pray, please God, let him spit that Uzi and the army linin
That shorty doowop rollin oo-whops in the reclinin

27 MCs, put 'em in a line and they out of alignment
My assignments he said retirement
behind 8 Mile and The Chronic
Gets rich but rhymin, this is hot science

Now, add 23 more from to B'more
I'm they heads like a bulimic on a see-saw
Now, thats 50 monkeys ate up at the same time
Nasty NASDAQ, gonna bow homes, this is Dow Jones

80 cal. chrome, needed time alone to
The left his iPhone and his nine at home
My queen used her milkshake to bring to my slaughterhouses
I do this for the home kids and boarding houses

This that nigga thats on the album
For niggas inside the chalk linin, 40 houses
back Arsenio, hip hop was aborted
So Nas breathes back into the embryo

Let us man in our image, spit it
I'm P. and Louie V. at the eulogy
Molotovs for Emmitt, you ain't as hot as I is
All of these false prophets is not

You dont how high the sky is
The mileage of Earth for what Pi is
Im the shaky hand that George Foreman in Zaire
The hand that punched down devils that brought down the Towers