Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I I don't ever 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
but if I do that's what 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 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended license comes in

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

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't to go back
To sellin' 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 that's 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 put my snub nosed back to use

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

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

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

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

All my bitches havin' 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, nigga fuck the
Beotch, you gotta pay me to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust
Hella disrespectful, all up in the talkin' loud

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

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

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

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't
They scatterin', see me and forty start
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
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' fine wine like
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)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

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

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

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and '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 because the people so

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

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

Nickle plated chrome Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for 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 make the bleed, last New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More ki's than a

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

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

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