Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

Let's get paid deee
(shit what else we do? )
Hit shit!
(fuck it, gonna go thru wit it)
what 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 mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and I'm prepared to
Blast em with the cops on
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin rats
Hop over da corner get them fillin up my
Pistol whip a and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I killin
To a ride out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, enforce my
It a small-time dream no mo'
make the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and dough

daz

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

Verse 2: deee

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

Chorus: tray

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

3: daz

G's forgetten a is for anybody killin in it
For niggas, the g's we be gettin
Watch out when the 9 spit, irrapidly
Too the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, I escape
Make a dumb move for the moves you
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast,
$70 million out the back door,
Me and tray deee hits deep, the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that ain't
operator and none too greater
With the bustin on these gangsta haters
in the zone, havin papers, havin more zone
Finally meat on my bones (at ease)

daz

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

Verse 4: doggy dogg, kurupt

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

All the saggin, unload the magnum
dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop crashin
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 before they catch me
blastin!

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