Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I you a believer
Fever, what you when you see her
Cheater, be you check your beeper 911
Eve stressin' for your lovin'
I want none

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

me, you ain't blessing me
With your '96 glistening and impressing me
me though, want a job need a resume, ready though
'Cause my is like Presume
You got dough and I'm here to let you know
My is priceless, so if you iceless, baby girl gotta go

Ain't got no
Broke ass niggas ain't got flow
Y'all know, y'all can't buy
See me in the club to impress this

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

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
like 'em flashy 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
Daddy licking out tongue, wanna swallow me
Wanna on me, never put no smile on me
Better stop
Wanna see me beggin' for chips
Bet I doubt

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

I can give you you need or give you what you like
But the pay is of the low
So this pawn stride
Wishin' you could me, lust me
up daddy you ain't ready for the bed
Tryna to it up

got no dough
Broke ass niggas got cash flow
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress

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

Yo, yo, Swizz got locked
Every time I drop, hot
not and it don't stop
This top notching
Ya'll watching
Play the back baby while your team keep

Tryna to my ass
You got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
out I dash
You're that type of thug that's they business
Piling out cash
Long line of credit 'cause I like my to last

See they like it I talk back
stack, cut backs, we don't want that
Frontin' but you flaunt
Somethin' whatcha want,
Cheap stack, that
Fake nigga, fake thug

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

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

Yo, do y'all them trees?
Do you them bangin' Swizz Beats?
Oh do you feel the rappin'
Well where you wanna wit me? Me?
One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah,
now what? Alright