Luyện nghe bài hát Doin' The Fool

Nigga up in this
I mean I been fuckin' with this motherfuckin' carpet pimpin'
about you pimpin', I mean I know you fuckin' around with that
Purple bag you know what I mean? Crown Royal, oh boy!

I mean, we got, we got a bunch of player-ass niggaz
Up in this m'uhfucker here today
We got nigga, E-Feezy, Too Short, knahmean
Pimp C up in this motherfucker, nigga Troy

Damn fool I hits free it ain't
got through hittin' it so well, at a hotel
But don't tell I your fuckin' ass out bitch
Fuck yo' drunk-ass and watch you out bitch

And when you up, I tell you anything
You fucked me so good bitch, you deserve a ring
I practice what I preach, vogues and findin' hoes
I told her I'd buy clothes, but I'd be lyin' to hoes

I buyin' her shit, bitch I can't do that
I had to jump in my car, and you a cab
I'm out, you know I'm all about fuckin' hella good
Take the off I'm in your mouth comin' to a town

you, real soon
Infiltratin' hoes nigga, we some fools
And it's true and baby girl it too
Ask her shit tell you how I do it fool

the fool
Ain't no love we breakin' the rules
the fool
Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to
the fool
We servin' you straight off the top
Doin' the
to let you know this shit don't stop

Okay okay up next, oh, it's the boss, from the home of the
Down here chillin' with 'cause it's time to get paid
C'mon, actin' a fool, 'cause y'all know how do
She fucked me, C, and short too

I drank no brew, it's Remi, that special
Don't fuck with My nigga, you out yo' mind
off the grind, my niggaz is the killers
Actin' a 'bout this motherfuckin' scrilla

No one no trill'a, but them, I'm down mayne
Go grab my leather, and get into some gangster
So if it's cool, cool
But, but that quick, I act a fool

the foo
Ain't no motherfucker we breakin' the rules
the foo
Niggaz like me ain't got nuttin' to
the foo
We you haters straight off the top
the foo
Just to let you know shit don't stop

But I ain't been a sucker
I ain't been a mark
I never been a busta
I ain't never a simp, potnah I always had heart

Papered up never 'posed to handcuff a beaotch, mon
Pimp to the hoe, protect the beaotch, mon
Be extra mannish get some
Purple bag, Royal

Gotcha beaotch actin' mannish, think she
Mummar Kamali all over her body, she used to
big 40 had it like that
Cadillac sittin' on buttons, 32

The DTS half a to the mile
chest lite brite, love to smile
What a horny fucked me on my desk
Kitchen tile then she up the rest

Ask me how a fat ass cum shot on her
She said, 'It's been a while I had sex'
She said, 'It's a while since I had sex'
She said, oooh oh boy
C'mon c'mon, okay!

the foo
Ain't no love motherfucker we breakin' the
the foo
Niggaz like me ain't got to lose
the foo
We servin' you haters off the top
the foo
Just to let you know this shit don't
the foo
C'mon

Comin' down in car, smokin' on some candy bar
I'm choppin' blades, comin' through on old school maids
Got in this game so heavily, like Frankie Beverly
Silly nigga Southern girl put cocaine up in your world

'Cause I'm a ass nigga on the slab
through in a whippin' Nav'
I to be out on the ave
But now all my keys got the stamp

my name to Sweet Charles
Smell like dollar cologne
down in burgundy Brougham
And I keep a chip off in my
Sweet Charles, bitch! Hold up somethin'
C'mon