Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all don't know nothin about hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! kurupt young gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? it's my homeboy,
my niggas crucial conflict, huh?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a little bit of hay
*toke*

g]
Dollars make sense, all incorporated
I'ma get it all, a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I thought I was in the wrong
tokes, alcohol
Got I need, hennessey and weed
Since my arrival, based on this survival
Evrything is technicality, based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I just see
Warren g, holler at the homey shorty b
"shorty b me!", g dove, I'm out to make a grip
So call crucial conflict and let's make us some bomb

Look at me on the
Tryin to my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners the young brothers be comin up
The gangbangers be gunnin up, the type of brothers roll with us
High with much respect, with all that g's swarmin
Like g-funk in eyes and make you see we about that cashflow
Put em in a lasso, don't try to sweat, no
We illa your side, in the we get hot, trade bump and hit em up
the jigs up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, get closed down
We rock the shows, slammin do's, cali to

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit what's goin on
Have to get my up so I suit up
Looked in the said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of thru the things that I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gank move
I hate to be the one have to take it
But you best I'd die to make it
in the world I'm standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's what holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, trusty ole dollar
Watchin you me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I so sneeze

Chorus: tight

Talin bout money, dollar
Gettin that money, gettin
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We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies
Men are shady, make me drink til my thoughts get swavy
I think, if I blink things will get back gravy
But loccs in the hood lord be makin it hard so lately
But I gotta at the table, cos that raw dope is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners daily
Retire out on the lakefront, smokin
Takin the sale g, trap me the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the regulators me

Don't kick it out, let's do
out the do', we down to wall
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the to ball
We just fold up,
Gotta whole bunch of homies dependin on this,
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so up
And we still up on a gold rush
Ready to make the world go
to get it cos I'm down wit it
Now shitty the city, conflict's causin to bite tongues
Ain't the one, the shotgun, showdown
My town to your town on the for them papers

g]
It's like brother brother how you make em get down?
the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down
Hittin switches and we checkin all
Gettin all riches, and flossin in our
It's for some new hits, one of us
You know I spit some coast to coast love your homey g dove

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