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)
Y'all got problems (y'all niggaz got problems)
Uhh (uhh) uhh (uhh) yo (yo)

Now I can play with these hoes, or spray
Whatever the situation, may for
I can linen, pimp hard, court women
Have the ice, hand to all spinnin
Or I can get in, to some real shit
robbery, slash, deal drug shit
Peel quick, cause I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm when I smile
Expert with style, y'all give hoes
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 dirty
Spittin flows, with my dirty mouth
We got it all, grams to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we calls

eightball (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 niggaz I don't be slippin on my
Sick when I'm gone off that jane first mary
Eightball, ain't no other this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt duster
Never been a 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 shit, straight south shit
Orange mound slow the flow to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and up in the club to' down
I them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
yella cinderella, hair shop scholar
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight age+
Every year, turn the book of life to a new
Kick rhymes hotter texas in july
Suave house playa til the day I die, uhh

Sauve house motherfucker, all out
Wanna blow motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low
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 benzes? seen one
Not videos and picture shit, don't count
I'm the nigga millions and, own the amount
Mr. frosty, the nigga never fold for
the money on the line bitch I roll trips
Cut a bitch off for a and let her know what she miss
Hundred grand worth of nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a range just to go the six
When I flip for chips, shit is never over a bitch
You got some nerve, I can a kiler one word, get em
You will see how niggaz miss him
I put pellets in the air let the hit em
Put the gun inside his and let the clip kiss him
Shit you all tinted, I put my honey in it
Won't, stop bank, ain't enough money in it
Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you about
Floatin down eighth, head in the rolls
You had, money that you wouldn't be measurin those
You motherfuckin barely sold, gold
Niggaz send it I send it back the same way it came
You ain't me until you say my name, motherfucker