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 wave it and leave
Y'all extra lame
Here's the game, I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

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

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of too
See me when I through, fuck around and I'ma blast you
Do I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, a phone I use

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

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

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

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

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

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 kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and your mouth leak
Can't 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, R What
First come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R, Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

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

I'm a bitch
Ain't nobody close to this
And nobody 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 bitch, under me!
You wanna it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

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

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in
I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck mutts
on!

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

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