Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Money

What,
You over Styles?
dog
Second album nigga, L.O.X

We run the streets, yall who to bet (C'mon)
Fuck yall (Let's go)

Couldn't the life I live
that
I could die any minute, I get every minute
Fuckin' snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the be
that
Cause I get chills when you talk of Gs
So I'm always the powder be at
What it
I can blow five to ten in an hour if that
Stay away where the cowards be at
Why's
Time is money god, and you can't get an hour
Or I would do it again to get the back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to
You can all shine and glitter and keep the
and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look and what
money aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill dead, don't ask me shit
I blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit
I'd rather die from a bullet, than a bitch
If the good die young, all mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last
What you know about a house to fight pits in
Or weed smoke on the cops that write tickets
and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in of
Stay in sync with the hood, gray minks with the
We tryin' to get like chinks in the hood
ask me how I'm doing now
I tell better than them
And if man front
He can get in him
And if you them once
Then you tell him again
Ay yo, now see
Who you know fuckin with Sheek Luc,
And S'

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die over money (Let's go)
Bust your niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might niggas (C'mon)
So don't around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

So we speakin', all I your face will be leakin'
I rap full time and still pump on the weekend
A hoppin' all over the map
And you learn
That with long paper take longer to crap
why every chance I me a gat
And why you rather buy you a
I aim at your
Nigga, is all we know, so how we gon go broke
we can just take all yall dough
And fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke fields
Die off the buddha, and fifty mill
Bring drama Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you come thru in a jet, you wit us
Cause the coke price was up
It was to us
We got blocks full of
Weed and dust/ bullets pop off
Cause of and lust
And when the big die
Who gon feed the
My is here, so you know the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the
to Christ
Cause when the cops come in, we carry
Dem with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma on mine
And if I my voice nigga, I'ma flow online
And by year, we should have a thousand guns
Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope (C'mon)
All my niggas will die dope money (Let's go)
Bust your nine niggas, Side by side (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide (Let's go)
Death is the only thing that might divide (C'mon)
So don't fuck around them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)