Luyện nghe bài hát Mind On Our Money

People ask me how do you
You got to keep your mind on
(T H U G)
let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how you want it

People ask me how do you
You got to keep mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em how much you want it

1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the flow
Nigga was creepin' on a up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, is the city where we come from

Brought muthafuckas never heard before
But we got our props
Till we dropped that song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we in the mix
I guess thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I get
But stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, though I'm fed up

hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention we venture through the family scriptures
nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get
So if you read that i done flipped, you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you
You got to keep your mind on
(T H U G)
Don't let the ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the
[Unverified] crazy muthafucka
From the world's dangerous group

Mo nation, [unverified] on your life
That's what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever shit on the mic
I'm in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his [unverified] pop
Shot one through his
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] steel
Y'all fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my [unverified]
touch that
And he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't on these bustas, so they die
They only got for those who love me
In the meanwhile I to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we ain't funny
Especially when you hungry,
no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you
You got to your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em how much you want it

In '91 I'm from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know that'd had no pussy
that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas cannibal on 'em, either
that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your [unverified]

When niggas ain't shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by
[unverified] for fuckin' with the flow

and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who me the hell out?
I'll out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or in the shooting range
thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it

People ask me how do you
You got to keep mind on money
(T H U G)
let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em how much you want it

I keep my on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was

Got shot, got out the hospital, on my mission
Listen, nigga pay
Oh, and did I mention, had a before I crept on a come up,
Faces of

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my
Nigga these bitches all up on me and the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll around
it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you
Heaven's movie, truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the
Mo thug one, the family scriptures
Mo thug two, reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the
Niggas on some other shit, by and maintain

People ask me how do you
You got to keep your mind on
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you it