Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
I'ma get it all, since a bg I 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, based on modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything based on
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I just see
Warren g, i'ma holler at the shorty b
"shorty b me!", g dove, I'm out to make 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
all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the where the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that g's
Like in your eyes and make you see we about that 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 where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti with the raw dog flict
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, get closed down
We rock the shows, slammin do's, to chi-town

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about what's on
Have to get my loot up so I up
Looked in the mirror said to myself "it's be gone"
I'm sick of goin the things that I have to do do
Cops are happy to fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
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, that's what holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, trusty ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you just be thinkin c's
out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to please
Flap flappin sky, be til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: tight

bout that money, dollar
Gettin that money, paid
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin?
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies
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 lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners daily
Retire out on the lakefront, blunts
Takin the g, trap me like the male be
To the I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me

Don't it out, let's do this
Comin out the do', we down to
get in the business,
Tell me the call, we to the fall to ball
We can't just up,
whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we still up on a gold rush
Ready to make the 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 brother brother brother how you make em get down?
the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down
Hittin and we checkin all snitches
all riches, and flossin in our pictures
It's for some new hits, one of us
You know I some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

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