Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I hope I 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 that's I do
(That's I do)

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

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

Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin' sherm 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 a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely livin' and headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

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

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

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

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

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

I'm vicious, mean and mad doggin' niggaz
Like the, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck up in clubs
her home and get rug burns on my nuts

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

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

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

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

Still Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I snap like a snapping
Nigga, shittin; on the world keeps my 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 they named me twice like Duran

Killa put honey 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 because the people said so

You can't a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
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
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and out my strap, check it out

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

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

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

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

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