Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, the ghost Jada 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 your

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

The blunt got a live purple in it, little 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, a phone I use

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

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

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

I gave you the best
On top of that, I even made set goals
I wanna 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 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

in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the kinda hot out
Hit the put the roof in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my from South Beach
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 next come the
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on they way to

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

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

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

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

Damn, I stuck in a box
You trapped, got your stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't 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 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
First lady, I just point, squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better keep your hammer by your side