Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push Impalas and
(Believe daddy)
flat 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 them
(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 them 20's on ya
(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 trunk full of
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's what like
(Believe that, daddy)

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

It's Weezy baby, young and the Dirty South
Get up dope, I'm putting birdies out
thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch, you still ain't got a dirty
The hood ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to over ya house
Nigga, we timin' the cost of my over ya house
I'm a boss man, I over 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 suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
You know we only, it gangsta
in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I is my banger, nigga it's Weezy
This shit is over cue me

Push Impalas and
(Believe that, daddy)
flat no creases
(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 in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, a hundred
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

up in the front
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a trunk full of
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's what 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 block got that work to move

You don't play wit me, I touch you, man
ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, me Russell, man
I on Martin, call 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 rumble in the of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come through in a Coupe blue or
High with water, how do you it, man?

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

Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that, daddy)
Starch no creases
(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 smell in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a
(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 ways
(Believe that, daddy)

Slugged up in the
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a trunk of bump
(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 wanna push a Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block got that work to move