Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

Verse 1: daz

A nigga mash in the for loot
The robbery's commited and I'm to shoot
Blast em the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like
Hop over da get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them I mean bidness
Niggas been tryin ta get in for years, I killin
To master a out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, my team
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 and blast to maintain
Weed, money, got us all insane
We the gang, we mash to
Weed, money, got us all insane

2: tray deee

Covered in armour, five till we smuggle the spot
First reachin for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the to work
Six to be in and get the chips and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in in knots
Got the whole room hostage, straight no
The is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the
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 blast to
Weed, money, cocaine got us all
We the gang!

3: daz

G's forgetten that a is for killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
Watch out the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too the cops at the bank and they got to me
the bread out the safe, make I escape
Make a dumb for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast,
$70 million out the door, y'know
Me and tray deee hits deep, 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 for what that ain't yours
Hood and none too greater
the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, havin papers, havin zone
Finally meat on my bones (at ease)

daz

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

Verse 4: doggy dogg, kurupt

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

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

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