Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all don't know nothin about hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's 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
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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

Look at me on the
to stack 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 gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll us
tech with much respect, with all that g's swarmin
Like g-funk in your and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no
We illa your side, in the back we get hot, trade and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south where chief
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
Have to get my loot up so I up
Looked in the said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of thru the things that I have to do do
are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I hate to be the one that have to 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, witta ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my
have to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to
Flap flappin sky, be til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: reel

Talin bout 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 in case I'm lavish
ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink things will get gravy
But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners pimpin
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 kick it out, let's do
Comin out the do', we to wall
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 hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we up on a mini gold 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 bite
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for them

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

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