Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe daddy)
Starch no creases
(Believe daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya Bentley got hoes?
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, a hundred
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got 20's on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go ways
(Believe that, daddy)

Slugged up in the
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a full of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause what hoes like
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do cause I wanna push a Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the that got that work to move

It's Weezy baby, young and from the South
Get up your dope, I'm putting out
Like in my mouth, so I can say
you, bitch, you still ain't got a dirty mouth
The hood ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch over ya
Nigga, we timin' the cost of my watch over ya
I'm a boss man, I watch the South

Pha, let's hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you
My like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the
All I is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
shit is over somebody cue me

Push and Caprice's
(Believe that, daddy)
Starch flat no
(Believe that, daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe that, daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya got them hoes
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, a hundred
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got 20's on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

up in the front
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a full of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's hoes like
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do cause I wanna a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block that got that work to

You don't wanna wit me, I touch you, man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but don't see me
Y'all hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, me hustle, man
And now y'all know I'm the muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop thunder
That in the side of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe blue or
High water, how do you want it, man?

Ay, I a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the
For the gotta move his son
And I you how to do this, son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, Bitach, and ya

Push Impalas and
(Believe that, daddy)
Starch flat no
(Believe that, daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe that, daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya Bentley got them
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them 20's on ya
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(Believe that, daddy)
bitch, bow-leg
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

Slugged up in the
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a trunk full of
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do cause I push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block that got that work to