Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

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

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

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

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
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 a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder
livin' and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I put my snub nosed back to use

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

you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's 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 while bitch give up the Beaumont

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

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

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

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

The freight, nigga fuck the
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to on the mic
High, than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's third down and nigga
You know you gon' get
Get your land you can old man
so dope they 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 flow
bitch, we the shit because the people said so

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

Nickle plated planet Clint Eastwood special
strictly 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 carin'
Backslapped that hoe in front of her
ki's than a janitor

It gets and mannisher and mannisher
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 my egg poached, hard over easy
In the drive through, at her breezy

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