Luyện nghe bài hát Do Me No Favors

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

[Verse 3:
I get mad, I get dough, I get bags and get low
wit' me good, my bitch bad as shit though
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, Snickers
I got to eat before a catch a attitude, (-)
Fuck sandwiches, I want the and dip
Whips are quick, Contours, grips 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 bitch a late-night Slurpee, She
Yeah, the family, so you gotta it
I'm a boss, so I got it