Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Money

What,
You there Styles?
dog
Second nigga, real L.O.X

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

Couldn't live the I live
that
I could die any minute, I get high every
Fuckin' with snake niggas, and sleepin' foul bitches
Came thru on the 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 from where the be at
Why's
Time is money god, and you can't get an back
Or I would do it again to get the power
Have 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 aint shit, respect is everything
So if I kill dead, don't ask me shit
I take blunts to the head, so don't 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 We call it the last days
you know about coppin a house to fight pits in
Or blowin' weed on the cops that write tickets
and what, shit we can semi it up
With your picture on the wall, in of
in sync with the hood, gray minks with the hood
We tryin' to get money chinks in the hood
ask me how I'm doing now
I tell and#8216em than them
And if your man
He can get in him
And if you told once
Then you tell him again
Ay yo, now see
Who you know with Sheek Luc, Jadakiss
And S'

From dope money to rap money, and back to money (C'mon)
Loaded guns, the ones, over dope money (Let's go)
Car house in the smoke, dope money (C'mon)
All my will die over dope money (Let's go)
Bust your niggas, Side by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the ?wreek? of law, Run and niggas (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)

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 buy you a chain
I aim at brain
Nigga, is all we know, so how we gon go broke
When we can take all yall dough
And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the fields
Die off the buddha, and fifty mill
Bring drama cause Gianconna got Kennedy
If you thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
Cause when the coke was up
It was to us
We got full of heroin
Weed and Seen bullets pop off
of greed and lust
And when the big die
Who gon feed the
My niggas is here, so you know the is tight
I circle the block, and cut off the
to Christ
Cause when the cops in, we carry shotguns
Dem niggas the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga I'ma stay on
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma flow
And by next year, we should have a thousand
Nigga Ryde, Ryde or Die Volume One

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