Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

Ay I know alot of y'all wonderin', haha
is this doin good? (yup)
is this nigga ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - 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 still in the hood, you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1 -
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it
one make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood on my dash, paper out the ass
I ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around tech's, endo, with a vest
on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex niggaz bang Screw
we candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a
ten thousand foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya froze
I been 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, it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some
I'm this bitch actin wild you how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip I get into it
niggaz drinkin 'Incredible Hulk'
now he and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they to drag 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 dup'frisby
give a fuck about the just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me
shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the is off
Clover chains is on...we off the 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 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 don't know ya
I'm a Hoe - ologist I the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites 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 strap up put life up in 'em
I don't pretend I exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty -
me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G of the dirty
but I spit it hard to make sure that the world heard me