Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars sense, it's all incorporated
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 everything I need, hennessey and
my arrival, based on this modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything based on
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I just see
Warren g, i'ma holler at the homey b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So call crucial conflict and let's make us bomb shit

Look at me on the
Tryin to stack my tips, in a big ole ride
all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young 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 g-funk in eyes and make you see we about 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 with the raw dog
I ain't no tricks, wildstyle, enemies get closed down
We rock the shows, slammin do's, to chi-town

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about goin on
Have to get my up so I suit up
in the mirror said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the things I have to do do
Cops are to jack 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 what holler
On some slick, to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no what I'm still hard to please
flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: reel

bout that money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin?
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in I'm lavish
Tryin ta me, you crazy ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my 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 gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is will pay me
Westside of california, on these pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, blunts
the sale g, trap me like the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the regulators me

Don't kick it out, let's do
out the do', we down to wall
get in the business,
Tell me the call, we to the fall to ball
We just fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies on this, sho'nuff
This only is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so up
And we still up on a gold rush
to make the world go down
Bound to get it cos I'm wit it
Now shitty the city, conflict's critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to town on the rebound for them papers

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

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