Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, it's the ghost and Eve
I my shit, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' extra
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, man can catch your brain

He looked a when 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 got a glass roof

The blunt got a purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, around and I'ma blast you
Do I have 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
50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas my tools
I got a gun, you need to fo'
you bring yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, R What
First 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 just point, squeeze
or Die, Double R What
Better your hammer right by your side

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

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

Niggas in the 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 button put the roof in the

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

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

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

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

of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the wit' gimmicks, that 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 stomach in knots
I ain't 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, R What
First come the hawk, then next come the
K to the R, Double R
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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