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 don't wave it and
Y'all extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, man can catch your brain

He looked a when he drove the taxi in the hallway
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a roof

The blunt got a live purple in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I through, fuck around 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
50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more niggas know my tools
I got a gun, you need to fo'
Fuck you yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then next the toast
K to the R R what
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 by your side

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

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than you to death
'Cause listenin' is livin' when yo' talkin' is death
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 give a if you rich
Or drunk the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the

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

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

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

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

I'm the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock,

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

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

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, next 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