Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 beggin' for chips
Bet I doubt

Whatcha at?
Still speakin' to me you pushin' it?
you pussy cat run
'Cause this is gonna bite
I don't light the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it
Ride it ruff

I can you what you need or give 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 ain't for the bed
to give it up

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

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

Yo, yo, Swizz got locked
Every I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it stop
bitch top notching
Ya'll keep
Play the back while your team keep flockin'

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

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

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

Missy flow I give 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 niggas
On their knees, eat up, then we treat you skeezers
Yo, let me, let me a quick breather

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