Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Troy
You ain't counted paper 'til your gums hurt
You ain't had to make do wit' bum work
Shit ain't back, you get delirious
It's a job in these streets, shit is
My got locks in the city mud
Back against the wall and I a plug
the fam to the (-) verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand just last week
Shit stopped comin', bills comin' 'round
Holdin' on my bird, 'bout to break it down
you higher out of ten, then I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up, the homies ask how it's
You think if I had the
I wouldn't call you to it, you fuckin' jerk
You start mad, talkin' 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 house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
[Hook: Ave]
Man, I got glow
I came on nothin' to motherfuckin' floor
Couple niggas be hatin', I be like, 'So?'
I get mad, I just get that door
If the shit get bad, then I let go
2: Jadakiss]
You do it cause you to, I do it cause I could
And this is all factual, I do it for the
the four, cop and go
Cause these drugs are for sale, are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and lock the
No comprende unless it's 'bout of dough
They love it, still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is on it
One hundred bundles by 9AM, a ill mornin'
A nigga good, the bitches is still on him
Money, power, mega
Al-Qaeda is how I got the connect
If that paper right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, they send your a threat
A lil' deeper than the on the block
But that all bein' said, is you or not?

[Verse 3:
I get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
Everybody wit' me good, my bitch bad as shit
You get gas, you seco, we ass, we clisco
It gets bad and shit slow, we with the shits, bro
your cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, commercial
I got to eat before a catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip
I (-), at least a hundred to understand
They put me on a flyer for twenty, I'm a 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