Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Potna

I'm a do me

I'm a do me

You talkin cane
But pockets clean
We spendin money, gettin money, nothin in
Chasin a hundred mil, ain't gon let nothin
Respect the hustle busters gon do that by any
Haters I mean
Put on anything
They say I a lot of shit, I say I finish things
Just like some cream
I go in niggas
And like a limousine, I stretch a out
This what you want now you better take a different route
I ain't Bankhead? bitch nigga is this about
Used to bound when you see me oh we now?
Ay stop the music dude I come get wit you now
But once hammers sing
Just know its not a
We things just like
You em sayin that about me, hear I'm sayin this
New orleans in ya face, you wasnt sayin shit
you say you get
30 mil in six years? listen put down for 20, that was this year
And get this clear, just between you and me
That apology was BET not for DTP, I'm me

You do you
And I'm do me
You do you
I'm do me

If you
bout money you ain't talkin bout shit
You wasnt on the waitin list and you ridin in shit
You pick a watch that a 100, then you wasted yo time
If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin
go
These niggas insane, straight fooled
A half a million car and some house shoes
Call the dealership... like yall me
why the hell you put my engine where my truck be
I'm throwin franklins... I don't ones
Smoke a pound every week like I need lungs
Buy em sale and sellin retail
I'm talkin seafood... yeah scales
I I'm so hot... but my house cool
So many rooms that it look like a school
Speakin of school... I never passed that
Works right here... now where da at?

You do you (and what)
And I'm do me (ay)
You do you (and what)
I'm do me (ok)
Wanna see how its
Then me do me (ay)
Wanna see how its
Then me do me (yeah)

I'm the big homie... get use to me
You suckas ain't even to what I used to be
You imaginary rappers swear to GOD that you a key
yall swore to me..i know yall ain't street
I MONEY... everyday dawg
I you stinkin in the trap well thats my grave yard
I tried to if you mel gibs or nasty nas
I wanna know where these rappers got this hearts
Cause that yak-up tear apart any size
So you suckas click-clack about wit GOD
You rappers need to stick yo out and take a hike
I see more man... in a dike
Fuck what you like... this ain't a blind
You read like a blind, you gotta feel yo way
Watch me I'm eat til I'm obese
I'm mr. cocane now me do me