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)
yall niggas (Let's go)

Couldn't the life I live
that
I die any minute, I get high every minute
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and with foul bitches
thru on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull where the hustlers be
Why's
Cause I get when you talk of hustlin' Gs
So I'm where the powder be at
What it
I can blow five bricks to ten in an hour if
Stay away from where the be at
that
Time is money god, and you get an hour back
Or I do it again to get the power back
Have godfather status, make niggas bow to
You can all and glitter and keep the ones
Fives and tens, for and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and
Cause money aint shit, respect is
So if I niggas 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 nasty
If the good die young, all mean to me
Is that the hood die young/ We call it the days
What you know coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that tickets
Henny and what, we can semi it up
With your on the wall, in memory of
Stay in sync the hood, gray minks with the hood
We to get money like chinks in the hood
ask me how I'm doing now
I tell better than them
And if your man
He can get in him
And if you them once
Then you better him again
Ay yo, now see
Who you know fuckin Sheek Luc, Jadakiss
And S'

From dope money to rap money, and back to money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, over dope (C'mon)
All my niggas die over dope money (Let's go)
your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (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 fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

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

dope money to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the empty ones, over dope (Let's go)
Car in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my will die over dope money (Let's go)
your nine niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and hide (Let's go)
Death is the only that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So fuck around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)