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
Y'all motherfuckin' extra
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch brain

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

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

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I
Leave 50 dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 engine niggas know 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, 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 just point, squeeze
or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by side

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

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

Niggas in the hood give a fuck if you rich
Or with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from Beach
You ain't got a ride, a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the and smash, uh

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R, Double R
mad cowards 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 your

I'm a savage
Ain't gettin' close to this
And ain't flipped and wrote the shit
And can't sit and coach this shit
You feelin' lucky? aproach me, shit

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in rock, shit

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

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

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