Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Ave]
You ain't never counted 'til your gums hurt
You ain't never had to do wit' bum work
ain't comin' back, you get delirious
It's a job in these streets, is serious
My 'migo got locks in the mud
Back against the and I need a plug
the fam to the (-) verse the Heat
I had twenty thousand grams just last
Shit comin', bills keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my bird, 'bout to break it down
Charged you higher out of ten, then I went in
Phone blowin' up, the homies ask how lookin'
You if I had the work
I call you to sell 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: Troy
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, I let that go
2: Jadakiss]
You do it cause you have to, I do it I could
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 lots of dough
They love it, they still it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the cover is on it
One hundred bundles by 9AM, it's a ill
A nigga lookin' good, the bitches is on him
Money, power, mega
Al-Qaeda is how I got the montega
If paper ain't right, they put the K to your neck
Give your family a visit, send your baby a threat
A lil' deeper the repurcussions on the block
But that all bein' said, is you hustler or

[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 whip ass, we
It bad and shit slow, we really with the shits, bro
Twist cap for it, (-)
I'm hungry, I eat myself, Snickers commercial
I got to eat a nigga catch a attitude, (-)
sandwiches, I want the chips and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, seats the hip
I (-), at least a grand 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