Luyện nghe bài hát Carpoolin'

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

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

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

2: Slimmy B]

Who the fuck 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 fuck with niggas like a Nazi
Nobody else, I know God got me
Hi-Tech a nigga to a zombie
And I don't want the puss, lil just top me (give me head)
I'll set it off in bitch
Feel like Ross, I'm the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don't get in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did
Hit the lot, bands, yeah I did that
This street shit? Naw nigga, you don't live
Aid or a kick back, real been that (lil' nigga)
LV and Gucci, had to
And for the price, you can get your bitch back
of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a hit the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin' have you niggas runnin', (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can't get
But I got bands for him tucked when he get
All styles a nigga 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 nigga for the chain, I'ma hit 'em up
when you see your day ones switchin' up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas up
Fuckin' on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as
And if it ain't a bag, I ain't pickin' up

3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga
Clip so long, that poking off my hip
If I wasn't taken, I'd take a nigga
Am I really insane? (Yeah it's true)
Six to my name? (Yeah bitch it's true)
Heard I don't fuck with you? (Yeah bitch true)
Fuck what you thought, what you knew
I'm a diggin' nigga, need a check out a bitch
I'll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the
You was textin' like you with it, you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the
If not, I give a fuck
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 think a nigga
You will never see me posin' another nigga funds
You will see me clutchin' on another nigga gun
I'm a soldier, I don't got no limit
I'm a foreign car driver, I ride no Civic
I'm a ass nigga and I don't act civil
I don't smoke no kush, I don't smoke no
Addicted to them racks, I'm a motherfuckin'
All these bands still out my motherfuckin' jeans
Give a nigga all head 'til its barely
I been running at bag 'til it's barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I'm Barry
And I fuck with niggas, I'm a Uncle Tom
Four-five on my hip but I'll tote a
And if you ever my bitch she was barely mine