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 it and leave
motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, man can catch your brain

He a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they 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 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
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
come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

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

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

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is
So y'all better start readin' 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 I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

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 come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R, Double R
mad cowards 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

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

I'm like the glass, you the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' 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 too sloppy

Damn, I gotchu in a box
You feelin' trapped, got stomach in knots
I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I you gettin' 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 next come the
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on way to Allah

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