Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now let's get down to business,
it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga you know that's been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all could fade my peers
One two three four five six seven nine, ten, you can't win
'Cause all the way around nigga I respect
And a nigga that can't even get no props in your set
Park you say huh

Wanna be rippin', but now it's time to do some set
So listen close, I don't want y'all to miss
I'm bout to break it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
West side sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four block P-Funk riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at center divider
Now Aaron Tyler, my why you seem so tame

I caught you at the airport, shakin' like a crap game
You looked up and you seen my niggaz
And you like your bitch ass was 'bout to start runnin'
But all I to do was kick a little conversation
And see if we can fix this little
But I fuck you up was what you wondered
Yeah, probably why you changed your little pager number
But bitches you don't grow

You can't look me in my eye, let alone go toe to toe
And me skinny, youse a clown
call you Theo, 'cause you weigh ninety-two point three pounds
Wack ass actor, script killer
Fool don't you know, is still the nigga
Compton psycho, boy you quit
Your don't hit, and bitches don't jock your shit
You need to stay you Compton clown

And get off of the of the niggaz with guts
Because I'm down with the Trees, I'm down with Row
I'm down with Black Tone, and I'm down the fo'
So we cross paths and I hope that's soon
I'ma boot your motherfuckin' ass to the
You need to bangin' under false pretense
'Cause if don't make dollars, it don't sense

If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
So don't game, let the people, commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the pimpin'
If it don't make dollars, it don't make
Because you gotta it up to the crown prince

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, right into the hand
a deep breath and, cook it like a chef and
This is to the C-P-T
No yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I it my business, to be that true forever
And whenever I can come clever that's my endeavor
So or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-U-I-K
With no C still you be me
I'm floatin' in my Lex and, depositin' fat checks and
Gettin mad sex while I the NSX and

Doin' what I wanna, and a goner nigga
For that you can catch me slippin' on a street corner
Compton's in the house, and Quik is in the hood
Sippin' yak with all my niggaz 'cause it's tooted
So don't knock it till you try it, 'cause he tried to knock it
But he's still walkin' round with my in his pocket
So put tha P in it represent and sip Miller
And for those of concerned, this is still Eiht Killa
Let me take a load off my little pest
If it don't make dollars nigga, you know the

If it don't make dollars, it make sense
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it don't sense
So don't kill game, let the people,
If it don't make dollars, it make sense
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't make dollars, it make sense
Because you gotta give it up to the crown

Now I done sold my fuckin' to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz keep on the dick
You oughta know that DJ Quik your average
Everyday motherfucker, slick like a snake 'cause I ya
Now, I had my dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you trick ass hoe
Then you can me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss in face
You fuckin' coward, tremblin' like a wreck

'Cause I caught your ass, you put yourself in check
And when you left my presence, you left
You ain't no fuckin' killer, youse a comedian,
me why you act so scary
Givin' your set a bad name wit your name
E-I-H-T, now I continue
Yeah you left out the G 'cause the G in you
that time you was rollin' on the West side
And a little brown bucket pulled up on your

Caught at that in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, me did you feel a little nervous
You was in the of death with two trey-five-sevens
Pointed at your chest whatchu gon' do, was your
Niggaz that at you ain't got no killers so kill dat
up your hands and beggin' for a pass
You lucky they just to get to dumpin' on yo' ass
'Cause this game you think is is some real shit
So you need to be more who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

If it don't make dollars, it don't make
So kill game, let the pimpin' commence
If it don't dollars, it don't make sense
I'm playin' with your punk ass
If it make dollars, it don't make sense
So don't game, let the pimpin' commence
If it make dollars, it don't make sense
Because you give it up to the crown prince

goes out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they understand it baby
They can't us out here on these Compton streets
It's bigger they can imagine to the whole entire
Row family both sides, whassup niggaz
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' poppin'

To my nigga Big J, my little Hi-C, little straight G
And that little singin' ass Danny Boy
don't understand, y'all can't fade this
I'm the nigga that was "Bangin' on Wax"
Yeah if you remember, nineteen eighty-seven tapes
And it don't stop, and it won't