Luyện nghe bài hát I Love The Dough

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Hah, what, I this
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We push the hottest V's, fast
Through the city, play Monopoly with real
Me and Biggie and the models be, shaking saditty ass
And be, somethin you cats got to see
And the watches be all types and of stones
Bein broke is childish and I'm quite
Run up in the with the ice on, me and Paisan'
Scope the spot out, see nice and I'm gone
You is home, screamin the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen hundred seats, Ty-son
night, same fight
But one of us ain't playin right, I let you tell it
place yourselves in the shoes of two felons
And tell me you ball every chance you get
And any you hit, we live for the moment
Makes sense don't it? Now make
Cats pop bone chicks that favor Idalis
And rack up frequent mileage

Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

I'm Magnums while Jigga bag somethin
is platinum, got jet lag from
Flights back and forth, pop of the best grapes
Make the CD's and the best tapes
Don't the vinyl, take girls break spinals
Biggie be like Lionel, shit
You the Jesus, dipped to H classes
Ice off lights, chick flashes
Blind your asses, even got rocks in big mustaches
Rock top
Ain't changed, except the number after the dot
On the Range, way niggaz at me now, kinda strange
I hate too
Rather be in sands with Rachael
It's unreal, out the Frank White got sex appeal
Bitches used to go,
tote steel, tryin to see five mil
Off the sin-gle, for
You ain't the amazin
your gun's raisin, mine is blazin
See you on see me all talkin to
Take it for and leave quick
Blocker, Roca, Fella, Bad Boy
Two MC's mad dough, ju' know!

I love the dough, than you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

Miracu-lous, pockets full
Niggaz skip the bull we matadors
Snatch the P-89's we pack in the drawers
And we, doors in your Acuras
like, cameras on amateurs
Make you all dance, hold a to yours
Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or
got a part to play, back to yours
Run up in your crib now, crack doors
Watch the real players live, a habit to floss
the charts like the Beatles, y'all adapt you lost
And toast Cristal on behalf of
Too bad for y'all, ain't too many as bad as
Truly, do we, we at y'all
Little bastards

Uhh, uhh
We hit makers acres
Roll in Vegas, you can't break us
Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off
Country house, tennis courts on
Ridin decidin cracked or lobster
Who say don't prosper
is actors, niggaz deserve Oscars
Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug past your
on dames who, coochie used to stink
When we rocked house pieces and Gucci links
Now we buy in unfamiliar places
Tito smile everytime he see our
Cases catch more than
Half these rappin cats, ain't war
Couldn't score if they had point game, they
Speak my name, I make em dash Dame

I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more than you
let it show, I love the dough, hey

I the dough, more than you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, more you know
let it show, I love the dough, hey

I the dough, more than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey
I love the dough, than you know
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey

I love the dough, more than you
Gotta let it show, I the dough, hey