Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

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

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

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my too
I leave a message, a phone I use

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

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

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

I gave you the best
On top of that, I even made set goals
I wanna know how many can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the holes

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

Niggas in the hood give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, a kiss
frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South
You got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the and smash, uh

S be the ghost, Double R
come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, R what
mad cowards 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 savage
Ain't nobody close to this
And ain't flipped and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit and coach this
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me,

I'm the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in rock, shit

Scared of who? Huh, we get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that is pitiful
close by me, so why try me
They cop me but they too sloppy

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

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

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