Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh what?
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 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, more cake than Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm ID havin'
and drivin' 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 front of me with the nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
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 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 Thunder
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

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

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

All my havin fancy 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)

All my bitches 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)

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

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

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

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

Up the is shatterin', bitch 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? 'Cause skeezers don't us
So I just go around sippin' fine wine like
And every time I bust a spit a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' hundred spokes

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

Still Krypton brothers is Snapple
I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

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

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

You can't 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
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 Clint Eastwood special
Designed for staplin' and toe taggin
wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

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

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

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