Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get down to business,
'Cause it seems like y'all keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never fade my
One two three five 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 to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I don't y'all to miss
I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Cedar Elm
West side sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that divider
Now Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Caught at that light in Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the shadow of with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so dat
Holdin' up your hands and for a pass
You lucky they didn't to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you is funny is some real 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 pimpin'
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
I'm through playin' with punk ass
If it make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown

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

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