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 squeeze my shit, I don't it and leave
Y'all extra lame
the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

He looked a hero when he drove the in the hallway
Shootin' down if they 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, fuck and I'ma blast you
Do I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, a phone I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they I bruise
Leave 50 dead, niggas know my groove
20 more engine niggas know 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 Double R
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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