Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna blow? ) pretty (pretty tone)
Suave house (suave house) eightball (eightball) draper (draper)
All out (all out), (murder)
Harlem world (harlem world), children (problem children)
Y'all got problems (y'all niggaz got problems)
Uhh (uhh) uhh (uhh) yo (yo)

Now I can play these hoes, or spray four-fours
the situation, may call for
I can sport linen, pimp hard, women
Have the ice, hand to waves all
Or I can get in, to real thug shit
Armed robbery, slash, deal drug
Peel slugs quick, I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm when I smile
Expert style, y'all give hoes cash
All I give em, is hard and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, playa, true dat
Niggaz catch feelings, they chick say, "who dat? "
Representin from the bronx, to the south
Spittin drug flows, my dirty mouth
We got it all, grams to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we calls

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Now everybody do what a playa do
But everybody can't do a playa do
(I see you playa) all in the mix
I see you playa (yeah I got my tight)

Bring it to niggaz I don't be slippin on my
Sick I'm gone off that jane first name mary
Eightball, ain't no like this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh booty duster
Never a point shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, house assassinator
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the bitch
in the mouth shit, straight south shit
Orange mound slow the down to pull the fo'-pound
a hoe down, and fall up in the club to' down
I like them dirty hoes, to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, hair scholar
Pimp shit, and keep it straight +space age+
Every year, turn the book of life to a new
rhymes hotter than texas in july
Suave house playa til the day I die, uhh

Sauve motherfucker, all out motherfucker
Wanna blow team nigga til I'm low motherfucker
Yo, I went o-t to o-c to all the paper
Leads to then ? the gators
If about the money nigga? call me later
How many niggaz benzes? seen them one
Not videos and picture shit, those count
I'm the nigga talkin and, own the amount
Mr. frosty, the nigga never fold for
the money on the line bitch I roll trips
Cut a bitch off for a and let her know what she miss
Hundred grand worth of nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a just to go with the six
When I flip for these chips, shit is never a bitch
You got nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em
You see how many niggaz miss him
I put pellets in the air let the hit em
Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip him
Shit you all tinted, I put my honey in it
Won't, your bank, ain't enough money in it
Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you about
Floatin down eighth, head in the rolls
You had, money like that you wouldn't be those
You motherfuckin barely sold, gold
Niggaz send it rough I send it back the way it came
You ain't dissin me until you say my name,