Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna (wanna blow? ) pretty tone (pretty tone)
Suave house (suave house) eightball (eightball) tony (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 these hoes, or spray four-fours
the situation, may call for
I can linen, pimp hard, court women
Have the ice, hand to waves all
Or I can get in, to some real thug
Armed robbery, slash, deal drug
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 hard dick and in they ass
Bitch, move that, true playa, 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 to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we make

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

Now everybody wanna do a playa do
But everybody can't do what a 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 off that jane first name mary
Eightball, ain't no other like this southern
Crazy motherfucker, butt booty duster
been a point shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, suave house
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the bitch
Gold in the mouth shit, south shit
mound slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the club to'
I like them dirty hoes, down to get buck for a
yella cinderella, hair shop scholar
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight age+
Every year, the book of life to a new page
Kick rhymes hotter texas in july
house playa til the day that I die, uhh

Sauve motherfucker, all out motherfucker
Wanna blow motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low
Yo, I went from o-t to o-c to all the
Leads to then ? the gators
If ain't about the money call me later
How many niggaz talk benzes? seen one
Not videos and picture shit, those don't
I'm the talkin millions and, own the amount
Mr. frosty, the nigga fold for chips
When the money on the bitch I roll trips
Cut a bitch off for a and let her know what she miss
Hundred grand worth of shit glow on my wrist
Bought a just to go with the six
I flip for these 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 mouth and let the clip him
Shit you drive all tinted, I put my in it
Won't, your bank, ain't enough money in it
Live a lifestyle told, what you know about
down eighth, gettin head in the rolls
You had, money that you wouldn't be measurin those
You motherfuckin barely sold, barely
Niggaz it rough I send it back the same way it came
You ain't dissin me you say my name, motherfucker