Luyện nghe bài hát Do That S***

Sick when she rock shit, stop block shit
Never try to run when she pull back the shit
Stop, drop, 'em down open up shop shit
Got 'em goin' crazy, when they could cop shit

lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit
Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop
Eve guarantee, niggaz wanna pop this
kids be behind me screamin' out, "Can you stop Miss?"

I know daddy's fiendin', daydreamin' bout me topless
Real listen while they ride around and knock my shit
Try not to ya head, come on now, stop it
Hustle nigga betty take yours than coke profit

I can double it, and put
Bitch on bitch, brick on brick, stich on stich, who you fuckin'
Not me, can't a nigga or bitch me
You mothafuckas line up for your first copy

Y'all fuckin' with the ones, uhh
Role it up and just some, uhh
Where my niggaz the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa,

Y'all fuckin' the right ones, uhh
Role it up and lite some, uhh
Where my bitches that ones?
And when you smoke that shit like, whoa, whoa

Uh, yo the beef, hold up, ran when we rolled up
Tough guy, wanna try ya luck? fold up
Ask around partner, got this shit sewed up
Gotcha' like, "Man I wanna blow up"

make me sick, swear to god I wanna throw-up
Answer in a with me? You better flow tough
Offended? agree with what I'm sayin' nigga? So what?
Now I gotta teach you respect, you slow up

Question, she really hold it down?' Sure enough
Philly's she from, but when she smoke, she like to go Dutch
You know what? Quick to take the next man
Quick to him start bitchin' make the next man whine

Fuckin babies!! Go ahead and lay down, nap-time
Same shit you spittin', it in your last rhyme
Ain't to much thatchu' could do, so that'chure skills could pass
Career fineto, here's some dough, go watch a show

fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and lite some, uhh
Where my with the big guns?
And when you smoke shit it's like, whoa, whoa

Y'all fuckin' with the ones, uhh
Role it up and just some, uhh
Where my bitches take ones?
And when you that shit it's like, whoa, whoa

What me to talk crazy, shit, my mom's me
And all ya'll niggas can do is spend a
Ain't never change, do anything for bricks
my celly to come get you while I pass you in your Range

Nigga ride ya shotgun in the car wit' friends
And what the you wanna do? But wanna blow out your brains?
Clown, I spot 'em the time you buy me a drink
Instantly I get a vision of diamond studded
And full ink minks, and little doggies pink

'Cuz I know ya wanna spend your last, you even think
If you know somethin', the shit, I can keep a secret
To me, the niggas with the money, is the cheapest
Wanna give me off the book? Daddy you can keep it

That's why they got the most sites, and in the fights
And walk with big brolic thats protectin' they life
If you know you pussy nigga, off the ice

Y'all fuckin' the right ones, uhh
Role it up and lite some, uhh
Where my niggaz the big guns?
And when you smoke that shit it's like, whoa,

fuckin' with the right ones, uhh
Role it up and just some, uhh
Where my bitches that ones?
And when you that shit it's like, whoa, whoa