Luyện nghe bài hát Dollaz + Sense

Now get down to business, bitches
it seems like y'all just keep on tryin' to diss this
Nigga that you know been down for years
I've clowned for years, and y'all never fade my peers
One two three four six seven nine, ten, Eiht you can't win
all the way around nigga I gets 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, 'cause I want y'all to miss
That I'm bout to it down for this bitch, check it
Acacia, Maple Spruce Cedar Elm
side trees sprayin' all the fleas
that's from the three and four hundred block riders
So niggaz watch yo' ass at that divider
Now Aaron Tyler, tell my why you seem so

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

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

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

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

Now I'ma swing it to the right and, into the left hand
Take a breath and, cook it like a chef and
is dedicated to the C-P-T
No yet T-T-P, or the niggaz that look up to me
I make it my business, to be true forever
And whenever I can come clever well my endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ
no C still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and, fat checks and
Gettin mad sex I floss the NSX and

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

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

Now I done my fuckin' soul to the shit that I kick
While you groupie ass niggaz on ridin' the dick
You oughta know that DJ ain't your average
Everyday motherfucker, like a snake 'cause I stuck ya
Now, I never had my dick sucked by a man
But you gon' be the you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it
But I nut I shoot some piss in your face
You fuckin' coward, like a nervous wreck

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

Caught at that in your Camry in the midst of a
Real killer, tell me did you feel a 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 is funny is some real shit
So you need to be careful who you fuckin' wit, beyotch!

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

Shouts out, to my well known road dog
What's up Dozun Tru, they don't understand it
They can't fade us out here on these Compton
It's bigger than they can imagine to the whole
Death Row family both sides, whassup
And my nigga Big Suge, known for keepin' shit

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