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 wave it and leave
Y'all 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 clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or and my clothes is khaki
And the got a glass roof

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of 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, ain't a I use

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

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

I you the best flows
On top of that, I even made set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can 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 was against us before we got EVE-n

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

Play the block with the Royal 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from 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 come the toast
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on they way to

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

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

Scared of Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls gimmicks, that shit 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
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it
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 the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, R what
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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