Luyện nghe bài hát Mind On Our Money

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

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

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

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

was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that 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 together through industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' what I deserve I didn't get
But stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even I'm fed up

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

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

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

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

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

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

Split up and fry, open his eyes pop
Shot one his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no

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

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

You dust 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 we spit ain't funny
when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get funds

ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your 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 tryna' a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no
Said that never read or get to L.A.

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

When ain't have 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 all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone

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

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting
Shootin' thangs, it make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his
Bitch, I it real

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 how much you want it

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

Got shot, got out the hospital, on my mission
Listen, pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape I crept on a come up,
of death

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

If a nigga got no money for lay, I'll come around
it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think 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
movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i

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

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