Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin',
is this nigga doin (yup)
is this really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell 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 throw bows, we dro
we ride and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin
can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't too well

[Verse 1 -
Now when I up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang
we ride candy paint nigga about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a
ten thousand square home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like
my jacket is mink - but my are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, karats in my bezzel
but I'm 'Trillville' 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 and go and fuck some 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 and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this
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 H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me
hollow shells - you like a macaroni shell
you haters, the chains is off
Clover is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

[Verse 4 -
Uh, yea, on....
MJG, tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll put a bitch on the block
you don't want that really now tell 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 here to '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 born with alittle 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 those you can go to sleep and have a
when I roll through the dirty sittin 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 enough to make sure that the world heard me