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 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 inside
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(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 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, young and from the Dirty
Get up your dope, I'm birdies out
thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch, you still got a dirty mouth
The hood ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch ya house
Nigga, we timin' the cost of my over ya house
I'm a man, I watch over the South

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

Push 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 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 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)

Slugged up in the
(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 push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block that got that 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 can't 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 that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, on water
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 a lot of hoopties dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, and there on the road
For the nigga move his son
And I you how to do this, son
That's, that boy Weezy We, CMB, Bitach, and ya

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, 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 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)
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 that work to