Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I hope I don't ever to go back to slangin'
but if I do that's what 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 candy than a pinata, cake 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 with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass out of hidin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's third down and nigga
You you gon' get tackled
Get your while you can old man
so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran

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

You can't a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get chips even if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have 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 pulled out my strap, it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood
strictly 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'
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More than a janitor

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

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

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