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

They me dubcuda was the last name
Money in my lap doin a buck in the lane
The of a husler I got it
And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk it

The of a husler I got it
And if it aint about money I wanna talk about it

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

it in out of the concrete boots
In a a hundred ten
like a flute
Fresh off of
Straight out the
Nigga down for
all about the loot

The of poverty
The of youth
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.

up my weaponry
Starter cap to the of me
You know I rep a "C"
Dub S to the of me
Motherfuckers wasn't me
But im all up in your with heat
Givin you bitter niggas vasectomies
I rest in peace
Hustle the
niggas a bitch baby
you need to sit to me

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

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

I leave see
For all of my
Who don't wear tight
up they ass me

went independent CD
sold a shitload of records
no or TV

and Im stickin to the
Chucks on the
While the Cadillac door

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

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

Now who that quick to shoot it
Cap at the
The closest to the to do it
Me
The D in this rap shit im a vet
In a pro (?) tied around the neezeck
Your future baby I might be
You aint never with a nigga like me
Baby slide me you
Ill call you later weekend
I can't now
I'm on my way to rob the man

Love by a few hated by
Im the reason rappers keep security
I go hard kick gears and jump
up the hood
Three wheelin in your front

You is temporary
Gangstas
I put faces on obituaries