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 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 them 20's on ya
(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 of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause 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 block that got work to move

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

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

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, 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 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 I wanna 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

You don't play wit me, I touch you, man
ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't hear me, this a def jam, 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 in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you 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 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 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 that got that work to move