Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get to business, bitches
'Cause it like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and could never 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 nigga that even get no props in your set
Tragniew you say huh

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

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

You can't even me in my eye, let alone 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 killer
Fool you know, Quik is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you oughta
Your records don't hit, and bitches jock your shit
You need to stay down you Compton

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 cross paths and I hope that's
boot your motherfuckin' ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't make

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

Now I'ma it to the right and, right into the left 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 that look up to me
I make it my business, to be true forever
And whenever I can come clever that's my endeavor
So or not you understand, that 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
mad sex while I floss the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and youse a goner
For thinkin you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Compton's 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' 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 dollars nigga, you know the rest

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
So don't game, let the people, commence
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
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

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

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

Caught at light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little
You was in the shadow of death two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest gon' do, where was your
Niggaz that kill at you 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
'Cause this you think is funny is some real shit
So you need to be more who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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 don't sense
I'm playin' with your punk ass
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 give it up to the crown prince

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

To my nigga Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, 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 stop, and it won't stop