Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

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

Now I can with these hoes, or spray four-fours
Whatever the situation, may for
I can linen, pimp hard, court women
Have the ice, hand to waves all
Or I can get in, to some thug shit
robbery, slash, deal drug shit
Peel quick, cause I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm worse I smile
Expert style, y'all give hoes cash
All I give em, is dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, true playa, dat
Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "who "
Representin the bronx, to the dirty 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 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 slippin on my
Sick when I'm gone off that jane first mary
Eightball, ain't no like this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, butt booty duster
Never been a point shaver or a hoe
a weed craver, suave house assassinator
To the dirt, and we put that on the house bitch
Gold in the mouth shit, south shit
Orange mound slow the flow to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the to' down
I them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, shop scholar
Pimp shit, and keep it straight +space age+
year, turn the book of life to a new page
Kick hotter than texas in july
Suave playa til the day that I die, uhh

Sauve motherfucker, all out motherfucker
Wanna blow team nigga til I'm low motherfucker
Yo, I from o-t to o-c to all the paper
to fatigue then ? the gators
If ain't the money nigga? call me later
How many talk benzes? seen them one
Not videos and shit, those don't count
I'm the nigga talkin millions and, own the
Mr. frosty, the nigga never for chips
When the money on the line bitch I roll
Cut a bitch off for a week and let her know what she
Hundred worth of shit nigga glow on my wrist
a range just to go with the six
When I flip for these chips, shit is never a bitch
You got some nerve, I can give a one word, get em
You will see how many niggaz him
I put pellets in the air let the hit em
Put the gun his mouth and let the clip kiss him
you drive all tinted, I put my honey in it
Won't, stop your bank, enough money in it
a lifestyle rarely told, what you know 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 I send it back the same way it came
You ain't dissin me you say my name, motherfucker