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 moral of the is
we all can't be
some of us still on our (our grind)
why I walk wit this chrome .9 (I'm fine)
'Fore who eva want to cross line Devine
Ayo on the street 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
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 west side
But you can catch me in New on stage on the block
or even visitin my niggaz in the (lets ride)
Its to do, lackin the fool, packin a .2, ok nigga

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

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

(J Hood)
Ayo I'm 'bout G
But I'm 'bout to east coast back it 'pose to be
D-Block got the in a zip lock
And we off 'em hammers
we don't give a fuck 'bout hip-hop
So who wanna get popped, just 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)