Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

Ay I alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga 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

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

1 - Flip]
Now I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch it stop
I got wood on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a
on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo'
got a and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out clothes
cause that's how it go 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 forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause can't get on "my level"

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

3 - Supa]
I'm doin good and it feels
I'm in the hood H2 and it's gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa
give a fuck about the name know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya me well
hollow - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the is off
Clover is on...we off the chains lil'boy (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 bitch on the
you don't really want that really now the truth, slow ya role
you got the and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural 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 those you can go to and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south up on my twenty - 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 make that the world heard me