Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now get down to business, bitches
'Cause it seems like y'all just on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know that's been for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could never my peers
One two three four six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
all the way around nigga I gets respect
And a nigga 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 break it down for this bitch, it
Acacia, Poplar Spruce Cedar Elm
West trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the and four hundred block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap
You looked up and you seen my niggaz
And you looked like your ass was 'bout to start 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 you wondered
Yeah, that's probably why you your little pager number
But bitches like you don't

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, you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, movie script
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 your motherfuckin' ass to the
You need to quit bangin' under pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it make sense

If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the commence
If it don't make dollars, it make 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 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 breath and, cook it like 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 true forever
And whenever I can come well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's one DJ Q-U-I-K
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 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 knock it till you try it, 'cause 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 Miller
And for those of y'all concerned, is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my scrotum little
If it make dollars nigga, you know the rest

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

Now I sold my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on the dick
You oughta that DJ Quik ain't your average
motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick 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 shoot some piss in your
You fuckin' coward, like a nervous wreck

when I caught 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 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 time you was rollin' on the side
And a little bucket pulled up on your side

Caught at light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a nervous
You was in the of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, was your
Niggaz that at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
Holdin' up your hands and beggin' for a
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 careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

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

To my Big J, my little nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And little 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 tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't