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 for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, you can't win
'Cause all the way nigga I gets respect
And youse a nigga that can't even get no props in set
Park you say huh

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

When I caught you at the airport, shakin' 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 a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little
But would I you up was what you wondered
Yeah, probably why you changed 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, a clown
I'ma call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three
Wack ass actor, movie script
Fool don't you know, Quik is still the
Compton psycho, boy you quit
Your records don't hit, and don't jock your shit
You need to stay down you clown

And get off of the nuts of the niggaz guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down Death Row
I'm down Black Tone, and I'm down with the fo'
So when we cross paths and I that's soon
I'ma boot your ass to the moon
You need to quit bangin' under pretense
'Cause if don't 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 sense
So don't kill game, let the people,
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
Because you give it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the left
Take a deep and, cook it like a chef and
This is dedicated to the
No yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be true forever
And I can come clever well that's my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ
no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat 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 corner
Remember 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 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 Eiht Killa
Let me a load off my scrotum little pest
If it don't make nigga, you know the rest

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

Now I done sold my fuckin' to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on ridin' the
You oughta know that DJ Quik ain't average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake I stuck ya
Now, I had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it
But I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, like a nervous wreck

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

Caught at light in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a little
You was in the of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, was your
Niggaz that kill at you ain't got no killers so dat
Holdin' up your and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
this game you think is funny is some real shit
So you to be more careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

Shouts out, to my well known road dog
up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it baby
They can't fade us out here on Compton streets
It's bigger than 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 nigga Hi-C, little straight G
And that singin' ass nigga Danny Boy
Y'all understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven underground tapes
And it stop, and it won't stop