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

Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, the chronic
I havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than 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 quality and the lowest prices
that capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the next
I love money plus I'm rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass out of hidin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nickle plated chrome planet Eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin' and toe
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, New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
ki's than a janitor

It mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's lot
up gang signs
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' fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)