Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

Verse 1: daz

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

daz

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

Verse 2: deee

in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the button get
Got the plus the clips to work
Six to be in and get the chips and skirt
loot, one shot they holler and drop
Pop the and shovel in dollars in knots
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to make me

tray deee

See we the gang, we and blast to maintain
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 that a is for killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
Watch out the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, I escape
Make a move for the moves you make
Kaboom, let the unfold, blast, reload
$70 million out the back door,
Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the is blood
hit the store, start robbin for more
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they door
Bangin niggas, gankin for what that ain't yours
Hood operator and too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on these gangsta
Stuck in the zone, papers, havin more zone
puttin meat on my bones (at ease)

daz

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

Verse 4: snoop doggy dogg,

See we're ridin, we're stealin, we're killin, we're
And stickin up you bitch ass
I say we ride eastside, slide in a day
The dpg way!
Look here takin your shit is like your bitches
Quick as I this is as quick as she get
I'm a ridah and that's on this
We gon' dip until we get them chips
We splits the shit up, I folds
Got a full of doggs and soldiers full of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta pocket full of
Banktellers *? shout? * wit my hand around the
Reach for my colt but on note
I shake 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
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the
The blastin, cop cars crashin
Got all smashin hearts of
Hold up the cut (what? ), duck
Cock back, as you look 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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