Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right the left hand
Take a deep and, cook it like a chef and
is dedicated to the C-P-T
No better yet T-T-P, or the that look up to me
I make it my business, to be that forever
And I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, fat checks and
mad sex while I floss the NSX and

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

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

Now I done sold my fuckin' to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass keep on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man
But you be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' a nervous wreck

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

Caught at that light in Camry in the midst of a
killer, tell me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of death two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at chest whatchu gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you got no killers so kill dat
up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is funny is some shit
So you to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

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

To my Big J, my little 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, nineteen underground tapes
And it don't stop, and it stop