Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

[Chorus 2X -
We bows, we blow dro
we ride and low pro's
umm....I you doin good
nigga you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you doin too well

[Verse 1 -
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it
I got wood on my dash, paper out the ass
I ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride 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 nigga what about yo'
got a piece and a chain, a and a ring
ten thousand square home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause can't get on "my level"

[Verse 2 -
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw 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 that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he and he think 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)

[Verse 3 -
I'm doin good and it great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa
give a about the name just know he gets busy
of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni
fuck you haters, the is off
chains is on...we off the chains 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 really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks 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 alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a
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 of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world me