Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I make you a
Fever, what you catch you see her
Cheater, be you check your beeper 911
Never Eve stressin' for your
I don't none

Peep her, two
Look at you nigga, actin' you need her
You run blocks your Henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty nigga 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, want a job need a resume, ready
'Cause my is like Presume
You got petty 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 flow
know, y'all can't 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 club to impress this

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
Niggas 'em flashy drive a F50
Jets I go, go-tee blow, H Y dro
Keep 'em in the club
Hoochies screaming y'all know

me, bitches follow me
Daddy licking out your tongue, swallow me
Wanna pile on me, never put no on me
Better that
see me beggin' for your chips
Bet I that

lookin' at?
Still speakin' to me think you it?
Know you cat run
'Cause this is gonna bite
I don't light the fire, grab it, it, hold it down
Ride it ruff

I can give you what you need or give you you like
But the pay is of the low
So this pussy stride
Wishin' you could touch me, 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, can't buy shit
See me in the club to impress this

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

Yo, yo, got beats locked
Every time I drop, hot
not and it don't stop
This bitch top
keep watching
Play the back baby while your keep flockin'

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

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

We don't need that, what's all about
I can see you from a 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 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 niggas down
On their knees, eat up, then we you like skeezers
Yo, let me, let me take a quick

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