Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

get paid tray deee
(shit else we gon' do? )
Hit shit!
(fuck it, gonna go thru wit it)
That's I'm sayin!
(we're layin everybody in motherfucker, daz
That's when we go after the cheese, ya ready? )
lay the fuck down!!!!

Verse 1: daz

A mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and I'm to shoot
Blast em with the on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin rats
Hop over da corner get them up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them I mean bidness
Niggas tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to out
Count my green, enforce my
It ain't a small-time no mo'
What make the go round? it's money, cars, bitches and dough

daz

See we the gang, we mash and blast to
Weed, money, got us all insane
We the gang, we mash to
Weed, money, cocaine got us all

Verse 2: deee

Covered in armour, five seconds we smuggle the spot
motherfucker reachin for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the to work
Six minutes to be in and get the and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in in knots
Got the whole room hostage, no nonsense
The object is stompin accomplished
And never had no mercy for the
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to me richer

Chorus: tray

See we the gang, we and blast to maintain
Weed, money, got us all insane
See we the gang, we mash and to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all
We the gang!

3: daz

G's that a is for anybody killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the and they got to me
the bread out the safe, make I escape
Make a dumb for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast,
$70 million out the door, y'know
Me and deee hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at front door
Bangin niggas, niggas for what that ain't yours
Hood and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin zone
puttin meat on my bones (at ease)

daz

See we the gang, we and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all (got us all insane)
We the gang, we mash to
Weed, money, got us all insane

Verse 4: doggy dogg, kurupt

See we're ridin, we're stealin, killin, we're dealin
And stickin up you bitch ass
I say we ride eastside, forever in a day
The dpg way!
Look here your shit is like taking your bitches
Quick as I spin this is as as she get
Nigga I'm a and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip until we get them
We splits the shit up, I folds
Got a army of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of
Banktellers *? shout? * wit my hand around the
for my colt but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just the cops, hmm
to run, nowhere to hide
I my pistols at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!

All the homeys saggin, unload the
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the
The blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all hearts of assassins
Hold up the cut (what? ), duck
Cock back, soon as you look up, dump
See the stick-up, my mind on a on tweak
And I'm wit the homeys before they catch me
blastin!

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