Luyện nghe bài hát Devine

Ayo Devine drop that

**repeat
ooh weee, lets get it poppin
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 this .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 niggaz don't want to get down wit the heat again
You see me postin on the block, see these bitches on my
Seein you jumpin out the drop, light up
I ain't fuckin wit you homey, you ain't smokin, you know me
you can eat my dutch, I'mma fuck 'em right up
you can catch me all Nelly in the blue red
Half crip blood nigga west side
But you can catch me in New on stage on the block
or visitin my niggaz in the cage (lets ride)
Its somethin to do, 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 South
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 flow again, grindin up for that dough 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 about this
Homey I'm the at this shit
I'm the don wit a black mark about to tag up on shit
That niggaz perpin ain't seen no bricks
We movin 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 gave 'em that
Been a long time comin, but my is due
is crystal clear but the shines is blue
Caught away seats in the 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 days sort of like a young 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 fuckin wit me dawg
Ayo Hood you ready, bark at your

(J Hood)
Ayo I'm 'bout G
But I'm 'bout to east coast where 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
his ass on the curve
So you can put yach on 'em
I'mma make this drug related and some crack on 'em

(Chorus: 2X)