Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

Ay I know alot of niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga good? (yup)
is this nigga ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - G's

2X - Flip]
We throw bows, we dro
we ride blades and low
umm....I heard you good
nigga can't you
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too

1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch it rock
one switch make it hop, the switch make it stop
I got wood on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper
around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex niggaz bang Screw
we ride paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a
ten square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry
I pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' y'all can't get on "my level"

[Verse 2 -
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck hoes
I'm this actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip I get into it
drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3 -
I'm doin good and it feels
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa
give a fuck the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya me well
hollow shells - swell you like a shell
you haters, the chains is off
Clover is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

[Verse 4 -
Uh, yea, on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the
you don't want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly I mean
I don't those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the heard me