Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Troy
You ain't never counted paper 'til gums hurt
You never had to make do wit' bum work
ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's a job in these streets, shit is
My 'migo got locks in the mud
Back against the wall and I a plug
Flew the fam to the (-) the Heat
I had twenty thousand grams just week
Shit stopped comin', keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
Charged you higher out of ten, then I in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up, the ask how it's lookin'
You if I had the work
I wouldn't call you to sell it, you jerk
You start gettin' mad, out of frustration
In the game, six figures can easily to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The on the Masi grill pickin' up grot, dog
Bought a house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
[Hook: Ave]
Man, I got glow
I done on nothin' to motherfuckin' floor
Couple be hatin', I Just be like, 'So?'
I never get mad, I just get that
If the get bad, then I let that go
2: Jadakiss]
You do it cause you have to, I do it cause I
And is all factual, I do it for the hood
the four, cop and go
Cause drugs are for sale, they 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 lookin' good, the is still on him
Money, power, mega
is how I got the montega connect
If that ain't right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, they send baby a threat
A deeper than the repurcussions 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 though
You get gas, you seco, we whip ass, we
It gets bad and shit slow, we with the shits, bro
your cap for it, (-)
When I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers
I got to eat before a catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, seats the hip
I (-), at least a hundred to understand
put me on a flyer for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The a late-night Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you love it
I'm a boss, so I got it