Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push Impalas and
(Believe daddy)
Starch flat no
(Believe daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe 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 them on ya ride
(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 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

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

Jazze Pha, 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 dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the
All I need is my banger, nigga Weezy
shit is over somebody 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, 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 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 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 play wit me, I touch you, man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but don't 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 know I'm the muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that
That rumble in the of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you want it, come in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you want it,

Ay, I towed a lot of dun, I den broke a lot of hoopties dun
I den a lot of QP's from, here and there on the road
For the nigga 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 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, 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 them 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)

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 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