Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'ma it to the right and, right into 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 niggaz look up to me
I make it my business, to be true forever
And I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I the NSX and

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

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

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on the dick
You oughta know DJ Quik 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 trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some in your face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a nervous

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

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

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

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

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