Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, it's the Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and
Y'all motherfuckin' lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your

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

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

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas 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 the toast
K to the R Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

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

I you the best flows
On top of that, I even made 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
listenin' is like livin' when 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, a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make mouth leak
fuck 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, R What
First come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R, R what
Send mad cowards on way to Allah

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

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

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

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

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

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, then come the toast
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, Double R
Better keep hammer right by your side