Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

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

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

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest
Spendin' that that the big homey advanced me
In front of me the next nigga
I money plus 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 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 with my 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 of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz 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 gon' rain on head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
DIE while your bitch give up the Beaumont

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

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

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause 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 pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party loud

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

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin'
Like the, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck 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 Mista

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
Niggaz got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

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

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

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

It's down and forty nigga
You you gon' get tackled
Get your land you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice Duran Duran

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

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

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached my drawers, and pulled out my strap
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached my d-da-da-das 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 citation 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 with a pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a

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

I luh I my egg poached, hard over easy
In the through, hollerin' at her breezy

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