Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Money

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

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

Couldn't the life I live
Why's
I could die any minute, I get high minute
Fuckin' with niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came thru on the whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the be
that
Cause I get chills you talk of hustlin' Gs
So I'm always the powder be at
What it
I can blow five to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from the cowards be at
that
Time is money god, and you can't get an back
Or I do it again to get the power back
godfather status, make niggas bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and the ones
and tens, for twenties and up, we dummy it up
Make a lot of money, and look bummy and
Cause money shit, respect is everything
So if I kill niggas dead, don't ask me
I take 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 it the last days
What you about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed smoke on the cops that write
Henny and what, we can semi it up
With picture on the wall, in memory of
in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We to get money like chinks in the hood
They ask me how I'm now
I tell and#8216em than them
And if man front
He can get in him
And if you them once
Then you better him again
Ay yo, now see
Who you know fuckin with Luc, Jadakiss
And S'

From dope to rap money, and back to dope money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas will die dope money (Let's go)
Bust 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 divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with them or Die niggas (Let's go)

So we speakin', all I know your face will be
I rap full time and still bass on the weekend
A hoppin' all over the map
And what you
That niggas with long paper take longer to
That's why 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
When we can just take all yall
And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke
Die off the buddha, fifty and mill
Bring drama Gianconna got Kennedy killed
If you thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
Cause when the price was up
It was to us
We got blocks full of
Weed and Seen bullets pop off
of greed and lust
And the big dogs die
Who gon the pups
My niggas is here, so you the circle is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the
Pray to
when the cops come in, we carry shotguns
Dem with the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow
And by next year, we should a thousand guns
Ruff Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

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