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 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 them 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 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 I wanna push 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

It's Weezy baby, young and from the South
Get up your dope, I'm birdies 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 over the
So you should sleep on roof, just to watch over ya house
Nigga, we timin' the cost of my over 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 to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she your hammy, homey
You know we only, keepin it
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)
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 them
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo
(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 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)
that's 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 don't wanna play wit me, I you, man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but don't see me
Y'all hear me, this a def jam, call 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 thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, piled on
How do you it, come through in a Coupe powder 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, and there on the road
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 and Caprice's
(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 smell in yo
(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 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 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 that got work to move