Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, all incorporated
I'ma get it all, since a bg I did it all, was in it all
When I first I was in the wrong
Couple tokes,
Got everything I need, hennessey and
Since my arrival, based on this survival
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 I'm blind, and I just can't 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 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 bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the of brothers that roll with us
tech with much respect, with all that g's swarmin
Like g-funk in your eyes and you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, try to sweat, no joke
We illa your side, in the back we get hot, bump and hit em up
With the up,
from the west to the east to the south where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young down with 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 some shit about what's goin on
to get my loot up so I suit 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
are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I to be the one that have to take it
But you best believe I'd die to it
Anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets
Set it out set it out, what i'ma holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so

reel tight

Talin that money, dollar
that 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 just in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I things will get back gravy
But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so
But I stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
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, do this
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
This only is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so up
And we still up on a mini gold
Ready to make the world go
Bound to get it cos I'm wit it
Now shitty the city, causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your 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 gettin down
Hittin switches and we 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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