Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

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

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

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

Buy it from the with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of

Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
To sellin' sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
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 livin' and smokin' headache with a
Now I gotta put my nosed 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 fingers is sticky like Sticky from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that 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 like Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE your bitch give up the Beaumont

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, major
Then I pass it to my Mista Jayo

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

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't us
So I just go sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I bust a spit it's a quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' hundred spokes

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

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

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

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

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage rabbits
Get these chips 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
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and out my strap, check it out

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

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

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

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

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