Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

Let's get paid deee
(shit what we gon' do? )
Hit shit!
(fuck it, we're gonna go wit it)
That's I'm sayin!
(we're layin everybody in 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 commited and I'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the like rats
Hop over da corner get them up my sack
Pistol whip a and let them know I mean bidness
been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
To master a out, get ghost to hide out
my green, enforce my team
It ain't a 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: tray

Covered in armour, five seconds 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 shot holler and drop
Pop the duffle and in dollars in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no
The is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me

Chorus: 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, got us all insane
We the gang!

3: daz

G's forgetten a is for anybody killin in it
For niggas, the g's we be gettin
out when the 9 spit, blast 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, hear the *? * and the scherm is blood
hit the store, start robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for that ain't yours
Hood and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin more
Finally puttin meat on my (at ease)

daz

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

4: snoop doggy dogg, kurupt

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

All the homeys saggin, unload the
dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The homeboys blastin, cop cars
Got all hearts of assassins
Hold up there's the cut (what? ),
Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga
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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