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 my shit, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' extra
the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your leak
fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then next the toast
K to the R, R what
mad cowards on they 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 side