Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna ) pretty 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 real thug shit
robbery, slash, deal drug shit
Peel slugs quick, I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm worse when I
with style, y'all give hoes cash
All I em, is hard 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 south
Spittin drug flows, my dirty mouth
We got it all, from grams to
we players, and refs, we make calls

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Now everybody wanna do what a do
But everybody can't do what a 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 jane first name mary
Eightball, ain't no other this southern brother
motherfucker, pooh butt booty duster
Never been a shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, suave house
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the house
Gold in the mouth shit, straight south
Orange mound slow the flow down to the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and up in the club to' down
I like them hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, shop scholar
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight age+
Every year, turn the book of to a new page
Kick rhymes hotter texas in july
Suave house playa til the day I die, uhh

Sauve house motherfucker, all out
Wanna motherfucker? team nigga 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 about the nigga? call me later
How many niggaz talk benzes? them one
Not videos and picture shit, don't count
I'm the nigga talkin and, own the amount
Mr. frosty, the nigga never fold for
When the money on the line bitch I roll
Cut a off for a week and let her know what she miss
grand worth of shit nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a range to go with the six
I flip for these chips, shit is never over a bitch
You got some nerve, I can give a one word, get em
You see how many niggaz miss him
I put in the air let the shit 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, your bank, ain't enough money in it
a lifestyle rarely told, what you know about
Floatin down eighth, gettin in the rolls
You had, money that you wouldn't be measurin those
You motherfuckin barely sold, barely
Niggaz send it rough I send it back the same way it
You ain't me until you say my name, motherfucker