Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

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

her, two seater
Look at you nigga, like you need her
You run with your Henney on the rocks
You think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga want the cock
Let you for a minute 'fore I slide off
Get you mad, no smokey ride off

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

got no dough
Broke ass ain't got cash flow
know, y'all can't buy shit
See me in the club trying to impress

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, y'all can't buy
See me in the trying to impress 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 y'all don't

Hear me, follow me
Daddy licking out your tongue, swallow me
Wanna pile on me, never put no on me
stop that
Wanna see me for your chips
Bet I that

lookin' at?
Still 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
Ride it ruff

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

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

Yo, yo, Swizz got beats
time I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it stop
This bitch top
keep watching
Play the back baby while your team flockin'

to touch my ass
You ain't got the strength to mount 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 like it when I talk back
Dough stack, cut backs, we want that
Frontin' but you flaunt
whatcha want, black
Cheap stack, that
Fake nigga, fake thug

We need that, what's that all about
I can see you from a mile running at the
Lies out
Claimin' you's a hustlin' of nigga, cut it out
an average type of cat
No money, no

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

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