Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

1: daz dillinger

A nigga mash in the for loot
The robbery's and I'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the on pursuit
all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats
Hop over da corner get fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas been ta get in for years, I mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to out
Count my green, my team
It a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and

daz

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

Verse 2: tray

Covered in armour, five seconds till we the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the get shot
Got the m-1-6 the clips to work
Six minutes to be in and get the and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and
Pop the duffle and in dollars in knots
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it to make 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 blast to
Weed, money, cocaine got us all
We the gang!

3: daz

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

daz

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

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg,

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

All the saggin, unload the magnum
dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars
Got all smashin of assassins
Hold up the cut (what? ), duck
Cock back, soon as you up, nigga dump
See the stick-up, my mind on a trip on
And I'm dyin wit the homeys before catch me
blastin!

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