Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get to business, bitches
'Cause it seems y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been down for
I've clowned for years, and could never fade my peers
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 that can't 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 want to miss
That I'm bout to break it for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So watch yo' ass at that center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you so tame

I caught you at the airport, shakin' 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 little situation
But would I fuck you up was what you
Yeah, probably why you changed your little pager number
But like you don't grow

You even look me in my eye, let alone 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, Quik is still the
Compton psycho, boy you quit
Your records hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay you Compton clown

And get off of the nuts of the with guts
Because I'm down 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 hope soon
I'ma boot 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 make sense
So don't kill game, let the commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
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 make sense
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, into the left hand
Take a breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is 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 true forever
And whenever I can clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ
With no C you can't be me
I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I the NSX and

Doin' I wanna, and youse a goner nigga
For thinkin that you can catch me on a street corner
Remember in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my 'cause it's tooted good
So don't knock it till you try it, Eiht he tried to knock it
But still walkin' round with 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 Eiht
Let me take a load off my little pest
If it don't make nigga, you know the rest

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

Now I done sold my fuckin' soul to the shit I kick
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 before I nut I some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, like a nervous wreck

'Cause when I caught your ass, you put in check
And when you 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 name
E-I-H-T, now I continue
you left out the G 'cause the G ain't in you
Remember time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at light in your 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 gon' do, was your
Niggaz kill at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a
You lucky didn't just to get to dumpin' 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 dollars, it don't make sense
So don't kill game, let the commence
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
I'm through playin' your punk ass
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 make
Because you gotta give it up to the crown

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

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