Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
Uh-huh uh-huh
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 have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)

out of my aunty's backyard, that's the chronic
I been more candy than a pinata, more 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 the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that that the big homey advanced me
In front of me the next nigga
I love money plus I'm rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of

Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do that's I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
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 smokin' with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

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

When you shoot crooked 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 niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz havin fancy
(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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get your land you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my
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 tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
Get these 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 pulled out my strap, it out

Nickle plated chrome planet Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
wrote 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 that hoe in 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 some kind of first coach

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

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