Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

2X - Flip]
We throw bows, we dro
we ride and low pro's
umm....I you doin good
can't you tell
oh you in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1 -
Now I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper
ride around with tech's, endo, with a
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz Screw
we ride candy nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a for my plane
I spitt to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause how it go when 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, fifty karats in my
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 bows
hit the bar and get and go and fuck some hoes
I'm bitch actin wild 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 hood H2 and it's gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name know he gets busy
mouth of the 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 Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a on the block
you don't really that 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 - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the
I got solutions for a problem I'm to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural 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 have a
when I roll 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 it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me