Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, it's the ghost and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can your brain

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

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, they bones I
Leave 50 dead, niggas know my groove
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
First come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R Double R
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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

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

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

Niggas in the don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a
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 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my 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 cowards on way to Allah

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

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

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

Scared of Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
close 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
I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I fuck with 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 point, they squeeze
or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by side