Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

Verse 1: daz

A nigga mash in the bank for
The commited and I'm prepared to shoot
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 a couple and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I mean
To master a out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, enforce my
It ain't a small-time no mo'
What the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and dough

daz

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

Verse 2: deee

Covered in armour, five till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 the clips to work
Six to be in and get the chips and skirt
Scoot loot, one they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, no nonsense
The object is stompin profits
And never had no for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it to make me richer

tray deee

See we the gang, we mash and blast to
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
Watch out when the 9 spit, blast
Too the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, make I
Make a dumb move for the you make
Kaboom, let the unfold, blast, reload
$70 million out the door, y'know
Me and tray hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas at they front door
Bangin niggas, niggas for what that ain't yours
Hood operator and none too
With the bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more
Finally puttin meat on my (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 to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all

Verse 4: doggy dogg, kurupt

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

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

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