Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo Devine that daddy

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

(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 chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross line Devine
Ayo Sheek on the street again, know the big man is back
But still don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me postin on the block, see these on my cock
Seein you jumpin out the drop, light up
I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you smokin, you don't know me
you can eat my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the red dully
Half crip blood nigga west side
But you can me in New York on stage on the block
or even visitin my niggaz in the (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, the fool, packin a .2, ok nigga

(Chorus: 2X)
Me and my niggaz on our New York
Me and my niggaz on our West Coast
Me and my niggaz on our down South
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 'bout to let it go
up this flow again, grindin up for that dough again
Your mans in set trip, I'm 'bout to put a hole in him
Hands up plus lip, let me see ya'll niggaz
Hit a nigga in his head 'em come about this chain
Homey I'm the best at shit
I'm the don wit a black about to tag up on this shit
That niggaz perpin ain't seen no bricks
We grindin on a new city gettin jacked suckin ain't no dick
And you can show if it ain't no
Our buns be color of pookey lips when they 'em that turkey
Been a time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is crystal clear but the shines is
Caught seats in the gray CL
Wit so many weight in the
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 play it sweet, the heat is in the cooler
And the cooler got no bait for meat
You done fuck see the
You fuckin wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, at your fawg

(J Hood)
Ayo I'm coastal G
But I'm to east coast back where it 'pose to be
D-Block got the streets in a zip
And we bustin off 'em
Like we don't give a fuck 'bout
So who wanna get popped, just 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 drug related and leave some crack on 'em

(Chorus: 2X)