Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I hope I don't ever 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 what I do
(That's I do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All my bitches havin' 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 scheme
(A scheme)

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

Systemized, a triple striker, when I was
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
Narcotic preparer heroin provider

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

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, clientele
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
They scatterin', see me and forty start
The are heartless, so you burn like flames
Niggaz that got eyes 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 time I bust a spit it's a quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like spokes

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

Still drinkin' brothers is Snapple
Then I like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the world my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

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

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

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

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached my d-da-da-das and pulled 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, last New Eve
She tried to hit me a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in front of her
More ki's than a

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

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

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