Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo drop that daddy

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

(Sheek Louch)
Ayo the of the story is
we all can't be
of us still on our grind (our grind)
Thats why I walk wit this .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva to cross this line Devine
Ayo on the street again, they know the big man is back
But niggaz don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me postin on the block, see bitches on my cock
you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up
I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you know me
you can eat from my dutch, fuck 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the blue red
Half half blood nigga west side
But you can catch me in New on stage on the block
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 on our New York shit
Me and my on our West Coast shit
Me and my niggaz on our down shit
Yes, Midwest, Bay

(J Hood)
go, uh
When see me in the street they be like there go double O again
He got the .357 set and he to let it go again
Switchin up flow again, grindin up for that dough again
Your in that set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him
Hands up plus lip, let me see niggaz bang
Hit a nigga in his head make 'em come about this
I'm the best at this shit
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on this
niggaz perpin ya'll ain't seen no bricks
We movin grindin on a new gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick
And you can show if it no purp-b
Our buns be color of lips when they gave 'em that turkey
Been a long comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is
away seats 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 days sort of a young hoy
Now I'm in the Phantom out in St. Croix
Blue water two and peep a toy
But don't play it sweet, the heat is in the
And the cooler got no bait for meat
You done fuck see the
You fuckin wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at fawg

(J Hood)
Ayo I'm coastal G
But I'm 'bout to east coast back where it to be
got the streets in a zip lock
And we off 'em hammers
Like we don't give a fuck 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 related and leave some crack on 'em

(Chorus: 2X)