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)
Don't let the snakes ever you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em how much you want it

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

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

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

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

Tried to keep my mind through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I I didn't get
But stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family
1999 nigga, still

get some 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, if I get hungry
So if you read i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can't dust on these bustas, so die
only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my
And no, this shit that we spit ain't
Especially you hungry, nigga
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 short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how you want it

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

And niggas went on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas how I'm livin'
'Cause I was children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you your same [unverified]

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

Heaven and Earth, God and my 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?
bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

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

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

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

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my
Listen, nigga pay
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a up,
of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's
Niggas wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these all up on me and half the industry phony
like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

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

Trues humbly gatherin' souls, just to let you know
movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family
Mo thug two, family reunion to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the
Niggas on other shit, by smoke and maintain

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