Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all don't know about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! kurupt young gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? it's my homeboy,
With my niggas crucial conflict,
Chillin, bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that hay
*toke*

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
I'ma get it all, a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I first thought I was in the
tokes, alcohol
Got I need, hennessey and weed
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day
Evrything is technicality, based on reality
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
They want me laid, and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I just see
Warren g, holler at the homey shorty b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So call crucial and let's make us some bomb shit

Look at me on the
Tryin to stack my tips, comin in a big ole
With all bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers that with us
High tech with respect, with all that g's swarmin
Like in your eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, try to sweat, no joke
We your side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south where they
in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog flict
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get down
We rock the shows, do's, cali to chi-town

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's on
to get my loot up so I suit up
Looked in the mirror said to myself "it's be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the that I have to do do
Cops are happy to fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I to be the one that have to take it
But you believe I'd die to make it
Anywhere in the world I'm standin my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's i'ma holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, trusty ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so

Chorus: reel

Talin bout that money,
that money, gettin paid
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I things will get back gravy
But loccs in the they lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw is that will pay me
of california, on these corners pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
Takin the sale g, trap me like the be
To the I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me

Don't it out, let's do this
Comin out the do', we down to
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the to ball
We just fold up,
whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This only is for brothers,
to bring the business so slow up
And we still up on a gold rush
Ready to make the world go
to get it cos I'm down wit it
Now shitty the city, conflict's causin critics to tongues
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for them

g]
It's like brother brother brother how you em get down?
the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down
Hittin switches and we all snitches
Gettin all riches, and in our pictures
It's for some new hits, one of us
You know I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g

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