Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

Verse 1: daz

A nigga in the bank for loot
The robbery's commited and I'm prepared to
em with the cops on pursuit
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin like
Hop da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them I mean bidness
been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
To a ride out, get ghost to hide out
Count my green, my team
It a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round? it's money, cars, bitches and

daz

See we the gang, we and blast to maintain
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 smuggle the
First motherfucker reachin for the button get
Got the m-1-6 plus the to work
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and
Scoot loot, one shot they and drop
Pop the duffle and in dollars in knots
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The is stompin accomplished profits
And had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if what 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 to maintain
Weed, money, got us all insane
We the gang!

3: daz

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

Verse 4: doggy dogg, kurupt

See we're ridin, we're stealin, 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 spin is as quick as she get
Nigga I'm a and that's on this
We gon' dip until we get them chips
We splits the shit up, what I
Got a army full of doggs and soldiers full of
Two hundred spokes witta full of notes
Banktellers *? * wit my hand around the throat
Reach for my but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they called the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, to hide
I point my at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!

All the homeys saggin, the magnum
dashin, dippin wit the cash-in
The blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all smashin of assassins
Hold up the cut (what? ), duck
Cock back, soon as you look up, nigga
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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