Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo Devine that daddy

**repeat
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 still on our (our grind)
Thats why I wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross this Devine
Ayo Sheek on the again, they know the big man is back
But niggaz still don't want to get down wit the heat
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 from my dutch, I'mma 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the red dully
Half crip half nigga west side
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, packin a .2, ok

(Chorus: 2X)
Me and my niggaz on our New York
Me and my niggaz on our West shit
Me and my niggaz on our 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 'bout to let it go
Switchin up this flow again, grindin up for that again
mans 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 this chain
Homey I'm the best at 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 if it ain't no purp-b
Our buns be color of pookey when they gave 'em that turkey
a long time comin, but my time is due
Everythin is clear but the shines is blue
away seats in the gray CL
Wit so many 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 in the Phantom out in St. Croix
Blue water two and peep a toy
But don't play it sweet, the is in the cooler
And the got no bait for lunch meat
You done see the morgue
You ain't fuckin wit me
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your

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

(Chorus: 2X)