Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna blow? ) pretty (pretty tone)
Suave house (suave house) eightball (eightball) draper (draper)
All out (all out), (murder)
Harlem (harlem world), problem children (problem children)
Y'all niggaz got (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 sport linen, pimp hard, court
the ice, hand to waves all spinnin
Or I can get in, to some real thug
robbery, slash, deal drug shit
Peel quick, cause I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm worse I smile
Expert with style, give hoes cash
All I em, is hard dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, playa, true dat
Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "who "
Representin the bronx, to the dirty south
Spittin drug flows, with my dirty
We got it all, from grams to
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 I don't be slippin on my literary
Sick when I'm gone off that jane name mary
Eightball, ain't no other this southern brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh butt booty
Never been a shaver or a hoe saver
Just a weed craver, suave house
To the dirt, and we gon' put on the house bitch
in the mouth shit, straight south shit
Orange slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound
Beat a hoe down, and fall up in the club to'
I like dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, hair shop
Pimp shit, and keep it straight +space age+
year, turn the book of life to a new page
Kick hotter than texas in july
house 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
Leads to fatigue then ? the
If ain't about the money nigga? me later
How many niggaz 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 line bitch I roll
Cut a bitch off for a and let her know what she miss
Hundred grand of shit nigga 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 give a 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
you drive all tinted, I put my honey in it
Won't, stop your bank, ain't money in it
Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you about
Floatin down eighth, gettin head in the
You had, money like that you wouldn't be measurin
You motherfuckin barely sold, barely
send it rough I send it back the same way it came
You ain't dissin me until you say my name,