Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
I'ma get it all, since a bg I did it all, was in it all
I first thought I was in the wrong
Couple tokes,
Got everything I need, hennessey and
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day
Evrything is technicality, based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is
It's like I'm blind, and I can't see
Warren g, holler at the homey shorty b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So crucial conflict and let's make us some bomb shit

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

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

Chorus: reel

Talin that money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
x3*

We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta me, you crazy ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me til my thoughts get swavy
I think, if I blink things will get back gravy
But loccs in the hood they lord be it hard so lately
But I stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
Takin the sale g, me like the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the regulators me

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

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

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