Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

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

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

eightball (repeat 2x)

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

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

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