Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

[Chorus 2X -
We throw bows, we dro
we blades and low pro's
umm....I you doin good
nigga you tell
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 other switch it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, out the ass
I don't around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang
we ride candy paint nigga what yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, a spot for my plane
I spitt to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy Nile
my jacket is mink - but my are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all 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 some
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how do it
I got my pistol on my hip I get into it
niggaz drinkin 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

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

[Verse 4 -
Uh, yea, on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a on the block
you don't really want 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 the bitch and find the problem
I got for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I exactly what I mean
I don't sell you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the
but I spit it enough to make sure that the world heard me