Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

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

He looked a hero when he drove the in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is
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 I'ma you
Do what I have to, to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a I use

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

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

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

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

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like 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 if you rich
Or drunk with the 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 with the Royal Blue 45 and make mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South
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, R what
Send mad 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 by your side

I'm a savage
nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't 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 it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

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

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I it locked
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, R What
First come the hawk, then next 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 your hammer right by side