Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna blow? ) 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 these hoes, or four-fours
Whatever the situation, may for
I can sport linen, pimp hard, women
the ice, hand 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 I smile
with style, y'all give hoes cash
All I give em, is hard dick and in they ass
Bitch, that, true playa, true dat
Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "who "
Representin from the bronx, to the dirty
Spittin drug flows, my dirty mouth
We got it all, from to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we calls

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Now wanna do what a playa do
But everybody 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 niggaz I be slippin on my literary
when I'm gone off that jane first name mary
Eightball, ain't no like this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt duster
been a point shaver or a hoe saver
Just a craver, suave house assassinator
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the bitch
Gold in the mouth shit, straight south
Orange mound slow the flow to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the to' down
I like dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, shop scholar
shit, and i'ma keep it straight +space age+
Every year, turn the of life to a new page
Kick rhymes hotter texas in july
Suave house til the day that I die, uhh

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