Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get down to business,
'Cause it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to this
that you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, you can't win
'Cause all the way nigga I gets respect
And a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Tragniew you say huh

Wanna be rippin', but now it's to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't want y'all to
That I'm bout to break it down for bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Spruce Cedar Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the
that's from the three and four hundred block P-Funk
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that center
Now Aaron Tyler, my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' a crap game
You looked up and you my niggaz comin
And you looked like bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a little
And see if we can fix this little
But I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you changed your little number
But bitches you don't grow

You can't look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, a clown
I'ma you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
ass actor, movie script killer
Fool don't you know, is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta
records don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton

And get off of the nuts of the with guts
Because I'm with the Trees, I'm down with Death Row
I'm with Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we paths and I hope that's soon
boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it make sense

If it don't make dollars, it make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the people,
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

Now swing it to the right and, right into the left hand
Take a breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that up to me
I make it my business, to be that true
And whenever I can clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you be me
I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I the NSX and

what I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can me slippin' on a street corner
Remember Compton's in the house, and is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz it's tooted good
So don't it till you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried to knock it
But still walkin' round with my nuts in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip that
And for those of concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the

If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
So kill game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

Now I sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you ass niggaz keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ ain't your average
motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you trick ass hoe
you can tell me just how it taste
But I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You coward, tremblin' like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught ass, you put yourself in check
And when you my presence, you left expedient
You no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian, beyotch
Tell me why you act so
Givin' your set a bad name wit your name
E-I-H-T, now I continue
you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that time you was on the West side
And a brown bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at that light in Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a nervous
You was in the shadow of with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was
that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and for a pass
You lucky they just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more careful who you wit, beyotch!

If it make dollars, it don't make sense
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it make sense
I'm through playin' your punk ass
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't it baby
They can't fade us out here on these Compton
It's than they can imagine to the whole entire
Death Row family both sides, niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, for keepin' shit poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that little ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, y'all can't this
I'm the nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, eighty-seven underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it stop