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 extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, man can catch your brain

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

The blunt got a live purple in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I through, fuck around and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my too
I a message, ain't a phone I use

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

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

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

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

Niggas in the hood give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk the Prince 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

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' 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
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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

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

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

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

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

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, then next 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 keep hammer right by your side