Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

[Verse 1: Ave]
You ain't never counted paper your gums hurt
You ain't never had to make do wit' bum
Shit comin' back, you get delirious
It's a job in streets, shit is serious
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 grams just last week
Shit comin', bills keep comin' 'round
Holdin' on my last bird, 'bout to break it
you higher out of ten, then I went in Brooklyn
Phone blowin' up, the homies ask how it's
You if I had the work
I wouldn't call you to sell it, you fuckin'
You start mad, talkin' out of frustration
In the game, six can easily turn to nothin'
Damn, I'm hot, dog
The on the Masi grill pickin' up grot, dog
a white house (-)
In the presidential, me go to the top, dog
[Hook: Troy
Man, I got that
I done on nothin' to motherfuckin' floor
Couple niggas be hatin', I Just be like,
I never get mad, I get that door
If the shit get bad, then I let go
[Verse 2:
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 these drugs are for sale, are not for show
Keep a eye on the monitors and the doors
No comprende it's 'bout lots of dough
They it, they still want it, the block is still haunted
Turbo in the garage, the is still on it
One hundred bundles by 9AM, it's a ill
A nigga good, the bitches 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 a visit, they send your baby a threat
A deeper than 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 bad as shit though
You get gas, you seco, we ass, we clisco
It gets bad and shit slow, we really 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
are quick, Contours, seats grips the hip
I (-), at least a hundred grand to
put me on a flyer for twenty, I'm a wanted man
Son of Sam, I was in '77
The bitch a Slurpee, She 7/11
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it