Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

Mobster, that shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, Jayo 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 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 havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired comes 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 I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' ass niggaz out of hidin'

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

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

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

When you 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 while bitch give up the Beaumont

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached my drawers, and pulled out my strap
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 strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a 'cause 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 attitude 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 parkin' lot
Throwin' up gang
To as if he was some kind of base coach

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

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