Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
uh-huh what?
Jayo, smell me on this one

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)
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 Betty
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm ID havin'
Strikin' and on a suspended expired license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In front of me with the next
I love plus I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
To sherm sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
To sellin loop loop but if I do what I do

I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder
Barely livin' and smokin' with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it crucial, 'cause I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' niggaz for of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, 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
Nigga DIE while your bitch give up the

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

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

The freight, fuck the hype
Beotch, you pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher 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 'cause 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, like to, finger fuck bitches up in
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and 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'
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
Niggaz got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

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

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

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

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

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

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

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and out my strap
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and out my strap, check it out

Nickle chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was 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 carin'
that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

It gets mannisher and and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, in a McDonald's parkin' lot
up gang signs
To as if he was some 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 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)