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

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

Buy it from the nigga with the best and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital the big homey advanced me
In front of me 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' sherm sticks but if I do that's I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
To sellin loop but if I do that's what I do

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, major
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 are heartless, so you burn like flames
that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause don't please us
So I just go around fine wine like Jesus
And time I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, spinnin' like hundred spokes

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

Still Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I snap like a snapping
Nigga, on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

It's third down and forty
You you gon' get tackled
Get your while you can old man
Niggaz so 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
bitch, we the shit because the people said so

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

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

Nickle plated chrome planet Eastwood special
Designed for staplin' and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, last New Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my wasn't carin'
that hoe in front of her parents
More than a janitor

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

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

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