Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all know nothin about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's kurupt young
Hehaha, sup warren g? my homeboy, huh?
my niggas crucial conflict, huh?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, puffin on a bit of that hay
*toke*

g]
Dollars make sense, all incorporated
get it all, since a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I thought I was in the wrong
Couple tokes,
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, based on this modern-day
is technicality, everything based on reality
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
They want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak is sprayed
It's I'm blind, and I just can't see
Warren g, i'ma at the homey shorty b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So call crucial conflict and let's make us some bomb

Look at me on the
to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that side, livin up in your eyes, surprise
Hangin on the corners where the young brothers be up
The be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that g's
Like g-funk in your 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 back we get hot, bump and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the to the east to the south where they chief
Kurupt in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, enemies get down
We rock the shows, slammin do's, cali to

So chop it up, I'm gonna kick some shit about goin on
Have to get my up so I suit up
Looked in the mirror to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of thru the things that I have to do do
are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank move
I hate to be the one that have to it
But you best believe I'd die to it
Anywhere in the 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, witta ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, I slip and bust my knees
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still hard to
Flap flappin sky, be til the day I leave so sneeze

reel tight

Talin bout money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
x3*

We, and stackin, packin, strappin, what's happenin? rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and daynes up
Get the hell up, trump-tight click just in case I'm
Tryin ta fade me, you ladies, babies created
Men are shady, straight make me til my thoughts get swavy
I think, maybe if I blink things will get back
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
out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
Takin the g, trap me like the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the trail me

Don't kick it out, do this
Comin out the do', we down to
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the to ball
We just fold up,
whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the so slow up
And we up on a mini gold rush
Ready to the world go down
Bound to get it cos I'm wit it
Now shitty the city, causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to your town on the rebound for papers

g]
It's like brother brother how you make em get down?
the lbc to the chi-town, westside straight gettin down
Hittin and we checkin all snitches
Gettin all riches, and in our pictures
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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