Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

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

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

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

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the prices
Spendin' that capital that the big homey me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labeled rough
for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The freight, nigga fuck the
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to on the mic
High, higher than a cloud
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 Magazine
Narcotic bomb heroin provider

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

Stuck, Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, major
Then I pass it to my Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice

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

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

Still Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I like a snapping turtle
Nigga, on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, and tobacco

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

Killa nigga put on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people so

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
Get these chips even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers 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 into my d-da-da-das and out my strap, check it out

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

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, New Year's Eve
She to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More than a janitor

It gets and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin' up signs
To as if he was some kind of first base

I luh I like my egg poached, hard over
In the drive through, hollerin' at her

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