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? my homeboy, huh?
my niggas crucial conflict, huh?
Chillin, bumpin, puffin on a little bit of that hay
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

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

Look at me on the
Tryin to my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes,
Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all g's swarmin
Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about cashflow
Put em in a lasso, try to sweat, no joke
We illa side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
the jigs up,
Freaks from the 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, nigga wildstyle, enemies get down
We the shows, slammin do's, cali to chi-town

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

Chorus: reel

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

We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm
ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies created
Men are shady, make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink things will get back
But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so
But I gotta stay at the table, cos raw dope is that will pay me
Westside of california, on corners pimpin daily
out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
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
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 bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This only is for brothers,
Feel to the business so slow up
And we still up on a mini 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 bite
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, straight gettin down
Hittin and we checkin all snitches
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 homey g

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