Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, Jayo smell me on one

Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go to slangin'
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go to slangin
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my backyard, that's the chronic
I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID
and drivin' on a suspended expired license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm rough rider
for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't to go back
To sellin' sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin loop loop but if I do what I do

I a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I it with my Thunder chicken
Barely livin' and headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I conflict
Fuck a I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga that mean to me? Bitch

When you crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your give up the Beaumont

All my niggaz havin fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my niggaz havin fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, nigga fuck the
Beotch, you pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party loud

Systemized, a striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy named me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer heroin

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad niggaz
Like the, like the Grinch Who Stole
I to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, clientele
Then I pass it to my nigga Mista

Up the glass is shatterin', it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and forty splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
Niggaz that got eyes get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers please us
So I go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I bust a spit a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like hundred

All my havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' brothers is Snapple
I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the world keeps my land
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

It's third down and forty
You you gon' get tackled
Get land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me like Duran Duran

nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the said so

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage rabbits
Get these chips if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and out my strap, check it out

plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin' and toe
wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bleed, last New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude carin'
Backslapped that hoe in front of her
More ki's than a

It gets mannisher and and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a parkin' lot
Throwin' up gang
To as if he was some kind of first coach

I luh I like my egg poached, hard over
In the drive through, hollerin' at her

All my havin' fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)