Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

What up what up up, yeah!
Eve, do it again!

Yeah, it's the Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' extra
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch brain

He a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a roof

The blunt got a purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, around and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, to get my math too
I a message, ain't a phone I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, bones I bruise
50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 engine niggas know my tools
I got a gun, you need to fo'
you bring yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then next come the
K to the R Double R
mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R
First lady, I just point, squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better keep your hammer right by side

I gave you the flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set
I wanna know how many bullets can your flesh
Thirty-two, or the tech holes

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death than talk you to death
'Cause is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' you start bleedin'
And the odds was us before we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you
Or drunk the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and your mouth leak
Can't with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, a cab
Ya' is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, then come the toast
K to the R, Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R
First lady, I just point, squeeze
or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer by your side

I'm a bitch
Ain't nobody gettin' to this
And ain't nobody and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit and coach this
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me,

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, me!
You wanna it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
Wantin' all money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

Scared of Huh, we goin' get rid of you
the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs by me, so why try me
They cop me but they too sloppy

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your in knots
'Cause I lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with
on!

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, then next come the
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on way to Allah

E V E, Double R
lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, R What
Better keep your hammer right by side