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 don't wave it and
motherfuckin' extra lame
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 down if they clothes is
Get an 18 or brick and my is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass

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

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

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

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

I you the best flows
On top of that, I made niggas 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 is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the was against 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 the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, 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, Double R
Send mad cowards on way to Allah

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

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

I'm the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, 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, shit is pitiful
Dawgs by me, so why try me
wan' cop me but they too sloppy

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

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

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