Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I make you a
Fever, you catch when you see her
Cheater, that be you your beeper 911
Never Eve stressin' for lovin'
I want none

her, two seater
Look at you nigga, actin' you need her
You run blocks with Henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling, nigga want the cock
Let you lick for a 'fore I slide off
Get you mad, no smokey ride off

Stressing me, you blessing me
With '96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
Hear me though, want a job need a resume, ready
my time is like Presume
You got dough and I'm here to let you know
My time is priceless, so if you iceless, baby gotta go

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the club trying to this

Ain't got no
ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the club trying to this

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
Niggas like 'em drive a F50
Jets I go, I'll blow, H Y dro
Keep 'em leaning in the
Hoochies screaming don't know

Hear me, bitches me
licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
Wanna on me, never put no smile on me
stop that
Wanna see me beggin' for chips
Bet I that

Whatcha at?
Still speakin' to me you pushin' it?
Know you cat run
'Cause this bitch is gonna
I don't the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it down
it ruff ride

I can give you what you need or you what you like
But the pay is of the low
So this pussy stride
you could touch me, lust me
Listen up daddy you ready for the bed
Tryna to it up

Ain't got no
ass niggas ain't got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

got no dough
Broke ass niggas got cash flow
Y'all know, can't buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

Yo, yo, got beats locked
Every I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it don't
bitch top notching
Ya'll watching
Play the back baby while team keep flockin'

Tryna to my ass
You ain't got the strength to mount this stallion, I
Whiling out I
that type of thug that's about they business
Piling out cash
Long line of credit 'cause I my thug to last

See they like it when I back
Dough stack, cut backs, we want that
but you flaunt that
Somethin' whatcha want,
Cheap stack, that
Fake money nigga, fake

We don't need that, what's all about
I can see you from a mile running at the
Lies out
you's a hustlin' type of nigga, cut it out
You's an type of cat
No money, no

When flow I give y'all fever, yo, if your bitch is ugly
You don't need her, her to a wild pack of cheetahs
Yo, I let y'all see I'm off the meter, heater
Me and Eve ya seizures, know I put your niggas down
On their knees, eat up, we treat you like skeezers
Yo, let me, let me take a breather

Yo, do y'all them trees?
Do you hear them bangin' Swizz
Oh do you the rappin' Missy?
Well you wanna roll wit me? Me?
One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah,
Motherfucker now what?