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 passion of a I got it
And if it aint about money I don't talk about it

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

Getting' it in out of the concrete
In a a hundred ten
Blowin like a
Fresh off of
Straight out the
Nigga for whatever
Still all the loot

The property of
The looters of
Now denim on the leather
While the roof

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

Load up my
cap to the left of me
You when I rep a "C"
Dub S to the of me
Motherfuckers wasn't me
But im all up in your chest heat
Givin you sideline bitter niggas
Till I in peace
the recipe
Your a bitch baby
you need to sit to me

Dub Cuda the dangler
O T dirty money with the hanky up

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

I leave see
For all of my
Who wear tight jeans
up they ass me

independent last CD
still a shitload of records
no or TV

and Im to the program
Chucks on the
the Cadillac door slams

The "W" was my star
My jams niggas get down
Like barrels out of car

Im a nut for and chuck T's
Addicted to big cheeks an weaves
Not a pop
But I'll pop they
A branch of the same as
Pac &
Jam Master Jay & Biggie
Iron on the
Shakin up the can
Sprayin my

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

by a few hated by majurity
Im the reason these rappers keep
I go hard gears and jump cars
Chuckin up the
Three wheelin in your front

You is temporary
Gangstas
I put faces on obituaries