Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh what?
Jayo, smell me on this one

Jayo, I hope I ever have to go back to slangin'
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do that's I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my backyard, that's the chronic
I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license in

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest
Spendin' that capital the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do what I do
Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin loop but if I do that's what I do

I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it my Thunder chicken
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I put my snub nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga that mean to me? Bitch

you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your give up the Beaumont

All my niggaz havin dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz havin fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, nigga the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to on the mic
High, higher than a dust
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party loud

Systemized, a striker, when I was born
My mom and shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Street
bomb preparer heroin provider

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin'
Like the, like the Grinch Who Stole
I like to, like to, fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, major
I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you like flames
Niggaz that got snake get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't us
So I go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head like hundred spokes

All my havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' brothers is Snapple
Then I snap like a turtle
Nigga, on the world keeps my land fertile
I my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco

It's third and forty nigga
You know you get tackled
Get your while you can old man
Niggaz so dope named me twice like Duran Duran

nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so flow
Lil' bitch, we the because the people said so

You can't tell a lettuce a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means these motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out

plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last New Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude carin'
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

It mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's lot
Throwin' up gang
To as if he was kind of first base coach

I luh I like my egg poached, hard easy
In the drive through, at her breezy

All my bitches havin' fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)