Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Bank Robbery

Intro: daz & (tray deee)

Let's get paid deee
(shit what we gon' do? )
Hit shit!
(fuck it, we're go thru 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!!!!

1: daz dillinger

A mash in the bank for loot
The robbery's and I'm prepared to shoot
Blast em with the cops on
all about cheese, I got the nibblin like rats
Hop da corner get them fillin up my sack
Pistol whip a and let them know I mean bidness
Niggas tryin ta get in for years, I mean killin
To master a ride out, get ghost to out
Count my green, enforce my
It ain't a dream no mo'
What make the world go it's money, cars, bitches and dough

daz

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

Verse 2: tray

in armour, five seconds till we smuggle the spot
First motherfucker for the button get shot
Got the m-1-6 plus the clips to
Six minutes to be in and get the chips and
Scoot loot, one they holler and drop
Pop the duffle and shovel in dollars in
Got the room hostage, straight no nonsense
The is stompin accomplished profits
And never had no mercy for the
Die, motherfucker, die if that's what it take to me richer

Chorus: tray

See we the gang, we and blast to maintain
Weed, money, cocaine got us all
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 anybody in it
For them niggas, the g's we be
out when the 9 spit, blast irrapidly
Too late the at the bank and they got to me
Empty the bread out the safe, I escape
Make a dumb move for the moves you
Kaboom, let the drama unfold, blast,
$70 million out the back door,
Me and tray deee hits deep, hear the *? 'plaud? * and the is blood
Let's hit the store, start robbin for
niggas, wreckin niggas right at they front door
Bangin niggas, gankin niggas for what that yours
operator and none too greater
With the infiltrator bustin on gangsta haters
Stuck in the zone, papers, havin more 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 mash to
Weed, money, got us all insane

Verse 4: 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 ridah and that's on
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 pocket full of notes
Banktellers *? shout? * wit my around the throat
Reach for my colt but on another
I gotta shake the spot, they just the cops, hmm
Nowhere to run, to hide
I point my pistols at the pig, die die!!!

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

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