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

He looked a when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is
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 pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I have to, to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a I use

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

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

E V E, R What
First lady, I point, they squeeze
or Die, Double R What
Better keep your 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 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 readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a if you rich
Or with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block 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' bitches is mad, Eve got the and smash, uh

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

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

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

of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, 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 in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it
I know you gettin' mad 'cause luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I 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, R What
First lady, I point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better your hammer right by your side