Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo Devine drop that

twice**
ooh weee, lets get it poppin
uh, yea, get it poppin mommy

(Sheek Louch)
Ayo the of the story is
we all can't be
some of us on our grind (our grind)
why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross this Devine
Ayo Sheek on the street again, they know the big man is
But niggaz still don't want to get down wit the heat
You see me on the block, see these bitches on my cock
Seein you jumpin out the drop, light up
I fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me
you can eat from my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em up
you can catch me all Nelly in the red dully
Half crip half blood nigga side
But you can catch me in New York on stage on the
or even visitin my in the cage (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, a .2, ok nigga

(Chorus: 2X)
Me and my niggaz on our New shit
Me and my niggaz on our West Coast
Me and my on our down South shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay

(J Hood)
go, uh
When niggaz see me in the street they be like there go O again
He got the .357 set and he to let it go again
Switchin up this again, grindin up for that dough again
Your mans in that set trip, I'm to put a hole in him
Hands up lip, let me see ya'll niggaz bang
Hit a nigga in his head make 'em about this chain
Homey I'm the at this shit
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on shit
That niggaz perpin ya'll ain't no bricks
We movin grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin no dick
And you can show if it ain't no
Our buns be color of pookey lips they gave 'em that turkey
Been a long time comin, but my is due
Everythin is clear but the shines is blue
Caught away in the gray CL
Wit so many weight in the
If you don't it the brick scale, nigga!

(Chorus: 2X)

(Sheek Louch)
Ayo me and my boy
Remind me of my self in early sort of like a young hoy
Now I'm puffin in the Phantom out in St.
Blue water two bitches and a toy
But don't it sweet, the heat is in the cooler
And the cooler got no bait for meat
You fuck see the morgue
You ain't wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at fawg

(J Hood)
Ayo I'm coastal G
But I'm to east coast back where it 'pose to be
D-Block got the in a zip lock
And we off 'em hammers
Like we don't give a 'bout hip-hop
So who wanna get popped, give me the word
It won't be when I hit his ass wit this bird
his ass on the curve
So you can put yach on 'em
I'mma make this drug related and some crack on 'em

(Chorus: 2X)