Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

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

3 - Supa]
I'm doin good and it feels
I'm in the H2 and it's charcoal gray
dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me
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' 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 want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't 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
up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly I mean
I don't those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the
but I spit it enough to make sure that the world heard me