Luyện nghe bài hát Can't U Tell

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

[Chorus 2X -
We bows, we blow dro
we blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you 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 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 with tech's, endo, with a vest
on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang
we candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a
ten thousand square 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 jewelry
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like
my jacket is mink - but my 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 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 'Incredible 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)

[Verse 3 -
I'm doin and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and charcoal gray
dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he busy
mouth of the south you ya know me well
hollow - 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, tight and Lil' 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 really 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 solutions for a problem I'm here to 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks 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 alittle dose of pimpin
oooh but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean what I mean
I don't those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure the world heard me