Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

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

1: daz dillinger

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 corner get them up my sack
Pistol whip a couple and let them know I mean
Niggas been 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? money, cars, bitches and dough

daz

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

Verse 2: deee

Covered in armour, five till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker reachin for the get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the to work
Six minutes to be in and get the and skirt
Scoot loot, one shot they holler and
Pop the duffle and shovel in in knots
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The object is stompin profits
And never had no for the victim
Die, motherfucker, die if what it take to make me richer

Chorus: deee

See we the gang, we mash and blast to
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 that a is for anybody killin in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the cops at the 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 deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the scherm is blood
Let's hit the store, start robbin for
Checkin niggas, wreckin niggas right at they door
Bangin niggas, niggas 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 more
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

4: snoop doggy dogg, kurupt

See we're ridin, stealin, we're 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 like taking your
as I spin this is as quick as she get
Nigga I'm a and that's on this
We ain't gon' dip until we get chips
We splits the up, what I folds
Got a army full of doggs and soldiers of loccs
Two hundred spokes witta full of notes
*? shout? * 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, nowhere to
I point my pistols at the pig, die die!!!

All the homeys saggin, unload the
E'rybody dashin, dippin wit the
The homeboys blastin, cop crashin
Got all smashin hearts of
Hold up the cut (what? ), duck
back, soon 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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