Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push and Caprice's
(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 in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(Believe that, daddy)
bitch, bow-leg
(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)
that's what 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

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

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

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 20's on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
bitch, bow-leg
(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)
that's what hoes 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 that got that work to move

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

Ay, I towed a lot of 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)
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 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 20's 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 of bump
(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 that got work to move