Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

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

Now I can play with these hoes, or spray
the situation, may call for
I can sport linen, pimp hard, women
the ice, hand to waves all spinnin
Or I can get in, to some thug shit
Armed robbery, slash, deal drug
Peel quick, cause I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm when I smile
Expert with style, y'all hoes cash
All I give em, is dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, true playa, dat
catch feelings, when they chick say, "who dat? "
Representin from the bronx, to the south
Spittin drug flows, with my mouth
We got it all, from grams to
Yeah we players, and refs, we calls

eightball (repeat 2x)

Now everybody wanna do what a do
But everybody 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 I don't be slippin on my literary
Sick I'm gone off that jane first name mary
Eightball, ain't no like this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh booty duster
Never a point shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, suave house
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the house
in the mouth shit, straight south shit
Orange mound 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
Thick cinderella, hair shop scholar
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it +space age+
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 motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low motherfucker
Yo, I went from o-t to o-c to all the
Leads to then ? the gators
If ain't about the money nigga? me later
How niggaz talk benzes? seen them one
Not videos and picture shit, don't count
I'm the nigga millions and, own the amount
Mr. frosty, the nigga never for chips
When the money on the bitch I roll trips
Cut a bitch off for a week and let her what she miss
Hundred grand worth of nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a range 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 in the air let the shit hit em
Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip him
Shit you all tinted, I put my honey in it
Won't, stop your bank, enough money in it
Live a lifestyle rarely told, you know about
Floatin down eighth, head in the rolls
You had, money like you wouldn't be measurin those
You motherfuckin barely sold, gold
send it rough I send it back the same way it came
You ain't dissin me until you say my name,