Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all know nothin about this 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

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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
Couple tokes,
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, on this modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything based on
So how do I get paid, all these licks
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 at the homey shorty b
"shorty b me!", g dove, I'm out to make a grip
So call conflict and let's make us some bomb shit

Look at me on the
to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the brothers 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 your eyes and make you see we about that
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
the jigs up,
Freaks from the west to the to the south where they chief
in the mind, young gotti 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
Have to get my loot up so I up
Looked in the said to myself "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 ever gon' gank
I hate to be the one that to take it
But you believe I'd die to make it
Anywhere in the I'm standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, what i'ma holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, trusty ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be c's
Comin out at ease, no matter I'm still hard to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I so sneeze

Chorus: tight

Talin bout money, dollar
Gettin that money, paid
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We, and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, created
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink 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 corners pimpin
out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
Takin the g, trap me like the male 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 fall to
We can't just up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies on this, sho'nuff
only hustle is for brothers,
Feel to the business so slow up
And we still up on a mini rush
to make the world go down
Bound to get it cos I'm wit it
Now the city, conflict's causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to town on the rebound for them papers

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It's like brother brother how you make em get down?
From the lbc to the chi-town, straight gettin down
switches 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 to coast love from your homey g dove

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