Luyện nghe bài hát Dope Money

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

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

Couldn't live the life I
Why's
I could die any minute, I get high minute
Fuckin' snake niggas, and sleepin' with foul bitches
Came on the lightest whip with two pounds in it
Pull over where the be
Why's
Cause I get chills you talk of hustlin' Gs
So I'm where the powder be at
What it
I can blow bricks to ten in an hour if that
Stay away from where the be at
Why's
is money god, and you can't get an hour back
Or I would do it to get the power back
Have godfather status, make bow to that
You can all shine and glitter and keep the
Fives and tens, for twenties and up, we it up
Make a lot of money, and bummy and what
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 pass me
I'd rather die a bullet, than a nasty bitch
If the good die young, all that to me
Is that the hood die young/ We call it the last
What you know 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 picture 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 told once
Then you better tell him
Ay yo, now see
Who you fuckin with 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, dope money (C'mon)
All my niggas die over 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 thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't fuck around with Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)

So we speakin', all I know your face will be
I rap full time and pump bass on the weekend
A nigga hoppin' all the map
And what you
That niggas with long paper take to crap
why every 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 take all dough
And then fly out to Cuba, and get in the coke
Die off the buddha, fifty and fifty
Bring drama cause Gianconna got killed
If you thru in a jet, you frontin' wit us
Cause when the coke was up
It was to us
We got blocks of heroin
and dust/ Seen bullets pop off
Cause of and lust
And the big dogs die
Who gon the pups
My niggas is here, so you know the circle is
I the block, and cut off the lights
to Christ
Cause the cops come in, we carry shotguns
Dem niggas the most ice, get the hot ones
Stay on your job, nigga stay on mine
And if I lose my voice nigga, I'ma online
And by next year, we should have a thousand
Nigga Ruff Ryde, or Die Volume One

From dope money to rap money, and back to dope (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)
Bust your nine niggas, by side niggas (C'mon)
We hit the of law, Run and hide niggas (Let's go)
Death is the thing that might divide niggas (C'mon)
So don't around with them Ryde or Die niggas (Let's go)