Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, all incorporated
I'ma get it all, a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I thought I was in the wrong
tokes, alcohol
Got I need, hennessey and weed
Since my arrival, on this modern-day survival
is technicality, everything based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak 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 conflict and let's make us some bomb shit

Look at me on the
Tryin to stack my tips, in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, up in your eyes, surprise
on the corners where the young 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 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
the jigs up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog
I no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down
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 sick of goin thru the that I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly 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 slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be c's
Comin out at ease, no what I'm still hard to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so

Chorus: reel

bout that money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin?
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm
Tryin ta 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 back
But loccs in the they lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos raw dope is that will pay me
of california, on these corners pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
the sale g, trap me like the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the trail me

Don't it out, let's do this
Comin out the do', we to wall
get in the business,
Tell me the call, we to the fall to ball
We can't just up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this,
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so up
And we up on a mini gold rush
Ready to the world go down
to get it cos I'm down wit it
Now the city, conflict's causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to your town on the 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
switches and we checkin all snitches
Gettin all riches, and flossin in our
It's for some new hits, one of us
You I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

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