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 everybody in this motherfucker, daz
That's 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 the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the like rats
Hop da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to out
Count my green, enforce my
It a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go 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

2: tray deee

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

Chorus: deee

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

3: daz

G's forgetten a is for anybody killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
Watch out when the 9 spit, irrapidly
Too the cops at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, make I
Make a move for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast,
$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
niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what ain't yours
Hood operator and none too
the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more
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, got us all insane

Verse 4: snoop dogg, kurupt

See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're
And up you bitch ass niggas
I say we ride eastside, slide in a day
The dpg way!
Look takin your shit is like taking your bitches
Quick as I spin this is as 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 full of
Two spokes witta pocket full of notes
Banktellers *? * wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just the cops, hmm
to run, nowhere to hide
I point my pistols at the pig, die die!!!

All the homeys saggin, the magnum
dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop crashin
Got all smashin hearts of
Hold up there's the cut (what? ),
Cock back, soon as you look up, dump
See the stick-up, my on a trip on tweak
And I'm dyin wit the homeys they catch me
blastin!

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