Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get down to business,
it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could fade my peers
One two three four five six nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
all the way around nigga I gets respect
And youse a that can't even get no props in your set
Park you say huh

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

When I caught you at the airport, like a crap game
You up and you seen my niggaz comin
And you looked like bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this situation
But would I fuck you up was what you
Yeah, that's why you changed 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 ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie killer
Fool don't you know, Quik is the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you quit
Your records don't hit, and bitches jock your shit
You need to stay down you clown

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

If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it make sense
So don't kill game, let the people,
If it don't make dollars, it 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 prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the hand
Take a deep breath and, cook it a chef and
This is dedicated to the
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 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 in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
mad sex while I floss the NSX and

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

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 make sense
So don't kill game, let the people,
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
So don't game, let the pimpin' commence
If it make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the 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 DJ Quik 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 fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put yourself in
And when you left my presence, you expedient
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian,
Tell me why you act so
Givin' your set a bad wit your misspelled name
E-I-H-T, now I continue
Yeah you out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember that you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on 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 death two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, where was
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no so kill dat
Holdin' up your and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they didn't just to get to on yo' ass
'Cause this you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

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

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