Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

1: daz dillinger

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

daz

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

Verse 2: tray

Covered in armour, five seconds we smuggle the spot
motherfucker reachin for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and
Scoot loot, one shot they and drop
Pop the and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is stompin accomplished
And had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's it take 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 to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all
We the gang!

3: daz

G's that a is for anybody killin in it
For niggas, the g's we be gettin
Watch out 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 move for the you make
Kaboom, let the unfold, blast, reload
$70 out the back door, y'know
Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is
Let's hit the store, robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin for what that ain't yours
Hood and none too greater
the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, papers, havin more zone
puttin meat on my bones (at ease)

daz

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

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg,

See ridin, we're 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 shit is like your bitches
as I spin this is as quick as she get
Nigga I'm a ridah and on this
We ain't gon' dip we get them chips
We the shit up, what I folds
Got a army full of and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of
*? shout? * wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my colt but on another
I gotta shake the spot, they called the cops, hmm
to run, nowhere to hide
I point my at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!

All the homeys saggin, the magnum
E'rybody dashin, wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars
Got all smashin hearts of
up there's 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 they catch me
blastin!

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