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, gonna go thru wit it)
That's I'm sayin!
(we're layin everybody in motherfucker, daz
That's when we gonna go the cheese, ya ready? )
lay the fuck down!!!!

Verse 1: daz

A nigga mash in the for loot
The robbery's and I'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the cops on
It's all about cheese, I got the nibblin rats
Hop over da corner get them up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know I bidness
been tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to out
my green, enforce my team
It a small-time dream no mo'
What make the world go round? it's money, cars, 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, got us all insane

Verse 2: deee

Covered in armour, five seconds we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and
Pop the duffle and shovel in in knots
Got the whole hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is accomplished profits
And had no mercy for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to me richer

tray deee

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

3: daz

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

daz

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

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg,

See ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're dealin
And stickin up you 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 and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip we get them chips
We the shit up, what I folds
Got a army of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred witta pocket full of notes
Banktellers *? shout? * wit my hand the throat
Reach for my but on another note
I gotta shake the spot, they just the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, to hide
I my pistols at the pig, die motherfucker die!!!

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

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