Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all don't know nothin 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
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

g]
Dollars make sense, all incorporated
get it all, since a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I first thought I was in the
tokes, alcohol
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day
Evrything is technicality, based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
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 make a
So crucial 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 that side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young be comin up
The be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that g's
Like g-funk in eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no
We illa side, in the back 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, young gotti down the raw dog flict
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed
We rock the shows, slammin do's, cali to

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick shit about what's goin on
to get my loot up so I suit up
Looked in the mirror said to myself "it's be gone"
I'm of goin thru the things that I have to do do
Cops are happy to fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I to be the one that have to take it
But you believe I'd die to make it
Anywhere in the world I'm with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's what i'ma
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, witta ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you just be thinkin 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: tight

bout that money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, 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 gravy
But loccs in the hood they lord be makin it hard so
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is will pay me
of california, on these corners pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, blunts
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
out the do', we down to wall
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to
We can't fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies on this, sho'nuff
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we still up on a mini gold
to make the world 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 town on the rebound for them papers

g]
It's like brother brother brother how you make em get
From the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin
Hittin switches and we all snitches
Gettin all riches, and in our pictures
It's time for new hits, one of us
You I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

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