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 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 on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(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 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 a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the on the block that got that work to move

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 dirty
The hood still ain't got 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

Jazze Pha, hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, in the hood, you good, you family
My like to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull 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 is over 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 Bentley got hoes
(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)
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 what 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 work to move

You don't wanna wit me, I touch you, man
ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't 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 that thunder
That rumble in the of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you it, come through in a Coupe powder blue 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, here and there on the
For the gotta move his son
And I you how to do this, son
That's, boy Weezy 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, weed 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)
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 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