Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push Impalas and
(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 smell in yo clothes
(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)

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

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

Pha, let's hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to pull blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick she pull your hammy, homey
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 somebody cue me

Impalas 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 smell in yo clothes
(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 ways
(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 what hoes 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

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

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

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 Bentley got hoes
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed in yo clothes
(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)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go ways
(Believe that, daddy)

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