Luyện nghe bài hát Do U

Come on my niggaz, yo, put guns in your right hand
And hold it down towards the
Point all your guns down the floor for a minute
Just wanna talk to you, yeah, you could 'em
Just point 'em down the floor for a sec, aright?

We splash like this, all my wild Digi heads
Yeah, y'all niggaz move a little up to the
Y'all niggaz know what I'm about
Word up, my weed heads I'll play the for a second
Nahmean, it out

All niggaz on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back, aright
Check it up, matter of fact, yo, matter of fact we mingle
With shit like peas in the mothafuckin' pot
Straight up Digi, Digi style, word up, as we splash you this

Walk wit a didi bop ock, you pop, Jiffy Pop
Fuck son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
Sharp darts, and it pop, pop tarts
Extreme speed [Incomprehensible] like inside the pod

for the finish line, watch Bobby cross it
Hoes with the diamonds on toes, come on and floss it
I be one of those tall skinny cats the four-nine
Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's and spines

I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk,
Lovin' loud noise from toys, thuggin', huggin'
Sweet deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
That don't a fuck about the cop in the club

Or the bouncer the flashlight, one walked passed, right
Some pulled the and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike
I the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
And I for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't

Because you can't do me, you can't do me
Because you do me, come on

Yo, son, up, yo, yo, I gotta do this
Man, I gotta get money, son
Features in the crowd, like black, I'm proud
In the background, no sounds, pound, we hold ground

Brooklyn bound, seven up in the crown
One man's ramblin', officials they shot him
Supreme, extreme, lean, keen, machines
All I do is feed my seed, plus my team

Keep it logical, no games, straight up about
Diabolic drums and I run from
Testimony one, give my life my only son
Thelonious crumbs, why they press me for guns?

Now I'm in the face of the judge, court thug
From a race laced on drugs, some made slugs
As it was written, stroll through any forbidden
Glock hidden, why wanna stop precision?

Eighty-five percent of my locked in prison
And we just keep it for the love of good livin'
But do you, do you, do

You know jams in the park produced the spark
Made me feel words how I read books in the
I always took it to heart, the art
A lifetime of darts ripped crews

Made their stay real short, I stamped the
bring through no wack shit of no sort
I walked the borough challengin' the that stood
metal mics, they conduct better than wood

Once I electrify and only to die
Rounded Bed-Stuy, fry
My block, the beat comin' from his box
Investment ranker a joke in the stocks

Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great
Movin' in steps of unheard of
Normal as the slope steepens
wanna light up when there's gas leakin'