Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

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

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 horn and hit me on my 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the quality and the lowest prices
that capital that the big homey advanced 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 sellin' sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
To sellin 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 mixed it my Thunder chicken
livin' and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub back to use

I'm dangerous it crucial, 'cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the
You gon' retaliate, nigga 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 to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while bitch give up the Beaumont

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tell 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 into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Clint special
Designed for staplin' and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a '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 attitude wasn't
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
ki's than a janitor

It gets mannisher and and mannisher
on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin' up signs
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 bitches fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)