Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you that's 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 nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that even get no props in your set
Tragniew you say huh

be rippin', but now it's time to do some set trippin'
So listen close, 'cause I want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, it
Acacia, Poplar Maple Spruce Elm
West side trees sprayin' all the
that's from the three and hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that divider
Now Tyler, tell my why you seem so tame

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap
You looked up and you seen my comin
And you looked like your bitch ass was 'bout to runnin'
But all I wanted to do was kick a conversation
And see if we can fix this little
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 even look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And callin' me skinny, youse a
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the
Compton psycho, boy you oughta
Your don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You to stay down you Compton clown

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

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

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right the left hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it a chef and
is dedicated 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 forever
And whenever I can come clever that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you be me
Because I'm in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and youse a nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me slippin' on a corner
Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause tooted good
So don't knock it you try it, 'cause Eiht he tried 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, this is still Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum pest
If it make dollars nigga, you know the rest

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

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

'Cause I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you my presence, you left 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 should I
you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your

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 whatchu gon' do, where was your
that kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to on yo' ass
this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

Shouts goes out, to my well known dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't 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 little Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin' ass Danny Boy
Y'all don't understand, can't fade 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 won't