Luyện nghe bài hát Money Scheme

W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin'
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't 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, that's the
I been havin' candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired comes in

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

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

I stabs a nigga, and Kool-Aid out
'Cause his pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
livin' 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 Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stuck, Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, clientele
Then I pass it to my nigga Jayo

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

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause don't please us
So I just go around sippin' fine wine like
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 we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

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

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

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

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

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

Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood
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 the bitch bleed, last New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude carin'
that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

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

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

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