Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

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

1 - Flip]
Now when I up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a
on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz Screw
we ride candy nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a for my plane
I game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
that's 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 shoes are
I'm thuggin forever, karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause can't get on "my level"

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

[Verse 3 -
I'm doin and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's gray
dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets
mouth of the south you ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains (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, I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the
I got for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks harder
everyday I wake up early make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle of pimpin
nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I
I don't sell those you can go to and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my - fo's
me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to sure that the world heard me