Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo Devine that daddy

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

(Sheek Louch)
Ayo the moral of the is
we all be gloriest
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 the big man is back
But niggaz still don't to get down wit the heat again
You see me on the block, see these bitches on my cock
you jumpin out the drop, sombody light up
I fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you don't know me
you can eat from my dutch, I'mma 'em right up
you can me all Nelly in the blue red dully
Half crip half blood nigga west
But you can catch me in New York on stage on the
or even visitin my niggaz in the (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, lackin the fool, a .2, ok nigga

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

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

(Chorus: 2X)

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

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

(Chorus: 2X)