Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

Ay I alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin (yup)
is this 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 on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

[Chorus 2X -
We bows, we blow dro
we ride and low pro's
umm....I you doin good
can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1 -
Now when I up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the switch make it stop
I got grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride 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 nigga what about yo' crew
got a and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a for my plane
I game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go all ya jewelry froze
I pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my is mink - but my shoes 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 bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get it
niggaz that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this
the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3 -
I'm doin good and it feels
I'm in the hood H2 and charcoal 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 shells - swell you like a macaroni
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 Flip got a hit on the chart
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 tell the truth, ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still know ya hoes
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 whites over they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna a dollar, I think I wanna 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 I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell you can go to sleep and have a dream
I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with but dro
M - J - G representer of the dirty
but I spit it enough to make sure that the world heard me