Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I'm Talking About

They call me dubcuda was the last
Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast
The passion of a I got it
And if it aint about money I don't wanna about it

The of a husler I got it
And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk it

Now lemme see fingers in the sky
And if you like money em up high
Stand up put hands up
Show me what you all
Real shit
Yeah what I'm talkin' bout

Getting' it in out of the boots
In a coupe a ten
Blowin a flute
Fresh off of
Straight out the
Nigga down for
Still all the loot

The of poverty
The looters of
Now it's denim on the
While the roof

The hog on the hog
With the "D's" on the
And you can it on the alcohol
The and the juice look.

up my weaponry
Starter cap to the of me
You know I rep a "C"
Dub S to the of me
wasn't respectin' me
But im all up in chest with heat
you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies
Till I in peace
the recipe
Your niggas a baby
you need to sit to me

Dub Cuda the bandana
O T countin money with the hanky up

(?) you
the (?) off you
Comin again
something to walk too

I can't see
For all of my
Who wear tight jeans
up ass needs me

went last CD
still sold a of records
no or TV

and Im to the program
on the concrete
While the door slams

The "W" was my symbol
My jams make niggas get
barrels out of car windows

Im a nut for and chuck T's
Addicted to big butt an weaves
Not a pop
But I'll pop heezee
A branch of the tree as
Pac &
Bumpin Jam Master Jay &
on the stove
Shakin up the can
Sprayin my

Now who nigga quick to shoot it
Cap at the
The to the streets to do it
Me
The D Fisher in this rap im a vet
In a pro (?) tied around the neezeck
Your baby daddy I might be
You aint never been with a like me
Baby slide me you
Ill call you this weekend
I talk now
I'm on my way to rob the man

Love by a few by majurity
Im the these rappers keep security
I go hard kick and jump cars
Chuckin up the
Three wheelin in your yard

You is temporary
Gangstas
I put on obituaries nigga