Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Ave]
You ain't never counted paper 'til gums hurt
You never had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't back, you get delirious
It's a job in streets, shit is serious
My 'migo got in the city mud
Back the wall and I need a plug
the fam to the (-) verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand grams last week
Shit stopped comin', bills keep 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, to break it down
you higher out of ten, then I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up, the ask how it's lookin'
You if I had the work
I wouldn't call you to it, you fuckin' jerk
You start gettin' mad, out of frustration
In the game, six figures can easily to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The fork on the Masi grill up grot, dog
Bought a white (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
Troy Ave]
Man, I got that
I done came on nothin' to motherfuckin'
Couple niggas be hatin', I Just be like,
I never get mad, I just get that
If the shit get bad, then I let go
[Verse 2:
You do it you have to, I do it cause I could
And is all factual, I do it for the hood
the four, cop and go
Cause these are for sale, they are not for show
Keep a eye on the and lock the doors
No comprende unless it's 'bout of dough
They love it, they still it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is on it
One hundred by 9AM, it's a ill mornin'
A nigga lookin' good, the is still on him
Money, power, respect
Al-Qaeda is how I got the connect
If that paper right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, send your baby a threat
A lil' than the repurcussions on the block
But that all bein' said, is you or not?

[Verse 3:
I don't get mad, I get dough, I get and get low
Everybody wit' me good, my bitch bad as though
You get gas, you seco, we ass, we clisco
It bad and shit slow, we really with the shits, bro
your cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers
I got to eat a nigga catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, seats the hip
I (-), at least a grand to understand
They put me on a for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The bitch a late-night Slurpee, She
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it