Luyện nghe bài hát Dollars Make Sense

[kurupt
Y'all know nothin about this hee-are
Hahahahahahaha, yeah! it's kurupt gotti
Hehaha, sup warren g? my homeboy, huh?
With my niggas conflict, huh?
Chillin, huh? bumpin, 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 thought I was in the wrong
tokes, alcohol
Got everything I need, and weed
Since my arrival, on this modern-day survival
is technicality, everything based on reality
So how do I get paid, all these nowadays
want me laid, dropped and plagued, ak mouth is sprayed
It's like I'm blind, and I can't see
Warren g, holler at the homey shorty b
"shorty b it's me!", g dove, I'm out to a grip
So crucial conflict and let's make us some bomb shit

Look at me on the
to stack my tips, comin in a big ole ride
With all that bumpin side, livin up in your eyes,
Hangin on the where the young brothers be comin up
The be gunnin up, the type of brothers that roll with us
High tech with much respect, with all that g's
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, trade and hit em up
With the up,
Freaks from the west to the east to the south they chief
in the mind, young gotti down with the raw dog flict
I ain't no tricks, nigga wildstyle, get closed down
We rock the shows, slammin do's, cali to

So chop it up, I'm kick some shit about what's goin on
Have to get my up so I suit up
in the mirror said to myself "it's gon' be gone"
I'm sick of goin thru the that I have to do do
Cops are happy to jack fools, I'm strictly ever gon' gank
I hate to be the one that to take it
But you best I'd die to make it
Anywhere in the I'm standin with my pockets naked
Set it out set it out, that's i'ma holler
On some slick, tryin to come up quick, trusty ole dollar
you watchin me, hope I slip and bust my knees
I'ma to greet you at the pond, you should just be thinkin c's
Comin out at ease, no what I'm still hard to please
flappin sky, be real til the day I leave so sneeze

Chorus: tight

Talin that money, dollar
Gettin money, gettin paid
x3*

We, smackin and stackin, packin, strappin, what's rollin
Cruise-controllin, the fo' and swell up
Get the up, trump-tight click just in case I'm lavish
Tryin ta fade me, you crazy ladies, babies
Men are shady, straight make me drink til my thoughts get
I think, maybe if I blink things will get back
But loccs in the hood they lord be it hard so lately
But I gotta stay at the table, cos that raw is that will pay me
Westside of california, on these corners daily
out on the lakefront, smokin blunts
Takin the sale g, trap me the male be
To the westside I'm a mental, all the trail me

Don't it out, let's do this
Comin out the do', we down to
get in the business,
Tell me waht's the call, we to the fall to
We just fold up,
whole bunch of homies dependin on this, sho'nuff
This hustle is for brothers,
Feel to bring the business so up
And we still up on a mini gold
Ready to the world go down
to get it cos I'm down wit it
Now shitty the city, causin critics to bite tongues
Ain't the one, with the shotgun,
My town to your town on the rebound for them

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 all snitches
Gettin all riches, and flossin in our
It's time for new hits, one of us
You I spit some coast to coast love from your homey g dove

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