Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all know nothin about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's kurupt gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? it's my homeboy,
my niggas crucial conflict, huh?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of hay
*toke*

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
Couple tokes,
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day
is technicality, everything based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
They me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's I'm blind, and I just can't see
g, i'ma holler at the homey 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 my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, livin up in eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers roll with us
tech with much 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, don't try to sweat, no
We illa side, in the back we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the to the south where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down the raw dog flict
I no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get closed down
We rock the shows, 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
in the mirror said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of thru the things that I have 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 best believe I'd die to it
Anywhere in the I'm standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, what i'ma holler
On slick, tryin to come up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
Watchin you me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter I'm still hard to please
flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: tight

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

We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin?
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in I'm lavish
Tryin ta me, you crazy ladies, babies created
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 lord be makin it so lately
But I stay at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
of california, on these corners pimpin daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
Takin the sale g, me like the male be
To the I'm a mental, all the regulators trail me

Don't kick it out, let's do
Comin out the do', we down to
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the to ball
We just fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this,
This only is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we up on a mini gold rush
to make the world 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 papers

g]
It's like brother brother how you make em get down?
From the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight 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 your homey g dove

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