Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna blow? ) tone (pretty tone)
Suave (suave house) eightball (eightball) tony draper (draper)
All out (all out), (murder)
world (harlem world), problem children (problem children)
Y'all niggaz got (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 all spinnin
Or I can get in, to some thug shit
Armed robbery, slash, drug shit
Peel slugs quick, cause I'm
I can ice grill, but I'm when I smile
Expert style, y'all give hoes cash
All I give em, is dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, playa, true dat
catch feelings, when they chick say, "who dat? "
Representin from the bronx, to the dirty
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 wanna do a playa do
But can't do what 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 on my literary
Sick when I'm gone off that first name mary
Eightball, ain't no other like this brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt duster
Never a point shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, suave house
To the dirt, and we put that on the house bitch
Gold in the mouth shit, straight shit
Orange slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and up in the club to' down
I like dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, hair scholar
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight +space
Every year, turn the book of life to a new
Kick rhymes hotter than texas in
Suave house playa til the day I die, uhh

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