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
motherfuckin' extra 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
Shootin' niggas down if clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is
And the Porsche got a roof

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

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

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

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

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

Niggas in the hood don't a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, a kiss
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 ain't got a ride, a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the and smash, uh

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

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

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

I'm the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do '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
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, shit is pitiful
close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too

Damn, I gotchu in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I 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, Double R
First come the hawk, then next the toast
K to the R, Double R
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 your