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 tell a 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 ride and low pro's
umm....I you doin good
nigga you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't too well

1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it
one switch make it hop, the switch make it stop
I got grain 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 bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo'
got a and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they
cause that's how it go all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy Nile
my jacket is - but my shoes 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 club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and some hoes
I'm bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my on my hip incase I get into it
drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this
then the gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3 -
I'm good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's gray
dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me
hollow - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains (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 don't really that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to 'em
pull up in a Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my
could it be I'm just a natural born with dose of pimpin
oooh but motionless women strap 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 the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up nothin but dro
M - J - G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to sure that the world heard me