Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
Uh-huh what?
Jayo, Jayo me on this one

Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go to slangin'
Hello but if I do that's I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do 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 cake Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license in

Buy it from the nigga with the best and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In front of me with the nigga
I love money plus I'm rough rider
Known for bringin' 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 hope I have to go back
To sellin loop loop but if I do that's I do

I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid out
'Cause his pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

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

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for tryin' to my pie
Nigga DIE while bitch 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 havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

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

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

Systemized, a triple striker, I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
bomb preparer heroin provider

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

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

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
They scatterin', see me and start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you like flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get up like dice games

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

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

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

It's third and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get land while you can old man
so dope they named me twice like Duran Duran

Killa nigga put on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's
Lil' bitch, we the because the people said so

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

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

Nickle chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po 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 of her parents
More than a janitor

It gets and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, in a McDonald's parkin' lot
up gang signs
To as if he was some kind of base coach

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

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