Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
I'ma get it all, a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I first I was in the wrong
tokes, alcohol
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, based on this survival
Evrything is technicality, everything on reality
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
They want me laid, 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 make us some 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 corners where the young brothers be up
The be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High with much respect, with all that g's swarmin
Like g-funk in eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, try to sweat, no joke
We illa your side, in the we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
the jigs up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, gotti down 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 up so I suit up
Looked in the mirror said to "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the things I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm 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 naked
Set it out set it out, that's what holler
On some slick, to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and 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 til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: reel

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

We, and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the up, trump-tight click just in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink things will get back
But loccs in the hood they be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that pay me
Westside of california, on these corners pimpin
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 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 fold up,
whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This only is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we still up on a mini gold
Ready to make the go down
Bound to get it cos I'm wit it
Now shitty the city, conflict's causin to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to town on the rebound for them papers

g]
It's brother 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 flossin in our
time for some new hits, one of us
You know I spit some coast to coast love from homey g dove

(x7)