Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all know nothin about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's kurupt gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? my homeboy, huh?
my niggas crucial conflict, huh?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of hay
*toke*

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
get it all, since a bg I done 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 modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything on reality
So how do I get paid, all these licks
They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak is sprayed
It's I'm blind, and I just can't see
Warren g, i'ma holler at the shorty 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
With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes,
Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be up
The be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that g's
Like g-funk in your eyes and make you see we about cashflow
Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no
We illa your side, in the we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south they chief
Kurupt in the mind, gotti down with the raw dog flict
I no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down
We the shows, slammin do's, cali to chi-town

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

Chorus: tight

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

We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin?
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, click just in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, created
Men are shady, make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink things will get back
But in the hood they lord be makin it hard so lately
But I stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners pimpin
Retire out on the lakefront, blunts
Takin the sale g, trap me like the be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the trail me

Don't kick it out, let's do
Comin out the do', we to wall
get in the business,
Tell me the call, we to the fall to ball
We can't fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies on this, sho'nuff
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow 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 causin critics to tongues
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for papers

g]
It's like brother brother how you make 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
time for some new hits, one of us
You know I some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

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