Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push 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 them
(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 20's on ya
(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)
'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 on the block that got that work to move

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

Jazze Pha, let's hop in the
(Lamborghini)
by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys like to them blammies, and big pimp
suck dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You we only, keepin 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 them
(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 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 full 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 cat-eye
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the that got that work to move

You don't wanna wit me, I touch you, man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all 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 wonder, to stop that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on
How do you it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it,

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 gotta move 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 Bentley got hoes
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, weed 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 full 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 push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block got that work to move