Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars sense, it's all incorporated
I'ma get it all, since a bg I did it all, was in it all
When I thought 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 these nowadays
They want me laid, and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's I'm blind, and I just can't see
Warren g, i'ma at the homey shorty b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So call crucial conflict and let's make us some 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 the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all 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
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south where chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti with 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 some shit about what's goin on
to get my loot up so I suit up
Looked in the said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the things that I to do do
are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I hate to be the one have to take it
But you believe I'd die to make it
Anywhere in the world I'm standin with my pockets
Set it out set it out, what i'ma holler
On some slick, to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to
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 daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get
I think, maybe if I blink things will get gravy
But loccs in the hood lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw dope is will pay me
Westside of california, on these pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, blunts
Takin the sale g, me like the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the regulators me

Don't it out, let's 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 dependin on this,
This only 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 the city, conflict's causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the rebound for them

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

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