Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

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

g]
Dollars make sense, it's all
get it all, since a bg I done did it all, was in it all
When I first I was in the wrong
tokes, alcohol
Got I need, hennessey and weed
Since my arrival, based on modern-day survival
Evrything is technicality, everything based on
So how do I get paid, all licks nowadays
They me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I can't see
g, i'ma 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 shit

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

So chop it up, I'm kick some shit about what's goin on
Have to get my loot up so I 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
Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' move
I to be the one that have to take it
But you best believe I'd die to it
Anywhere in the world I'm standin my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's i'ma holler
On some slick, tryin to up quick, witta trusty ole dollar
Watchin you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my
I'ma have to greet you at the pond, you should just be c's
Comin out at ease, no matter what I'm still to please
Flap flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so

Chorus: tight

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

Don't it out, let's do this
Comin out the do', we to wall
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to
We can't just up,
Gotta whole bunch of dependin on this, sho'nuff
only hustle is for brothers,
Feel to the business so slow up
And we up on a mini gold rush
to make 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 to your town on the rebound for them papers

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

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