Luyện nghe bài hát Carpoolin'

Joe...what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing

[Verse 1:
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
laughin', we is down, now they laughed at
swallow all my kids, I'm a bad dad
Lookin' for revenge this Glock, once we tap tap
Stitch brain on the opps 'em quack, quack
Indian giver his life, he can't have back
He putting in work, he a half ass
Can't ride the wave, go on home with your back
Bitch! What type of is you on?
Yeah, that's bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, I sip it be strong
Ain't tryna chase a bag? Dumb then be gone
Offense with them straps, you need D
Want with the gang? You 'gon need cheese
John with them tints, you can't see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free
If I gotta think twice, I won't at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, no peace at all
the ops like a blunt, I'll chief 'em all
Before you play in field, nigga kick balls

Yeah, and we is not
You DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on neck, you are not able
Whole full of demons, we are not angels
House with the chop, that's who rock cradle
All the on us, but we not cable
Stand through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna Game on 'cause we not playful

[Verse 2: B]

Who the gon' stop me?
All this ice on, who the gon' rob me?
All these shooters me, who the fuck gon' try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can me
I don't fuck with niggas a Nazi
else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech a nigga to a zombie
And I don't want the puss, lil baby top me (give me head)
set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I'm the boss in this
Smack for a band, don't get bought in bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, bands, yeah I did that
street shit? Naw nigga, you don't live that
Aid or a back, real nigga been that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the right price, you can get your bitch
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix
Just bought a hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin' you niggas runnin', zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I that
All the time my got, he can't get back
But I got bands for him when he get back
All these styles a got, I'll switch it up
When you in these streets, ain't no givin' up
Big .40, I'll make a nigga it up
And reach for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
Crazy when you see your day switchin' up
when you see the opp niggas clickin' up
Fuckin' on a ho You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain't about a bag, I pickin' up

[Verse 3: T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga
Pole for an opp coming, a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it's off my hip
If I wasn't taken, I'd take a bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch true)
Heard I don't fuck with you? (Yeah bitch true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck you knew
I'm a diggin' nigga, need a check out a bitch
I'll pass her to the gang, get neck out the bitch
You was like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it the back, break the headboard
If not, I don't give a
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk lust
it up sus, nigga gettin' at me wrong, I'll fuck 'em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, 'cause they a nigga dumb
You will see me posin' with another nigga funds
You will see me clutchin' on another nigga gun
Bitch I'm a soldier, I got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I ride no Civic
I'm a wild ass nigga and I don't act
I don't smoke no kush, I don't no skittles
to them racks, I'm a motherfuckin' thief
All bands still hangin' out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a all head 'til its barely dome
I running at that bag 'til it's barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Bonds
And I don't with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but I'll tote a
And if you take my bitch she was barely mine