Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, it's the Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' lame
Here's the game, I shoot seeds, your 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 is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass

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

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

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

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

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 whatever the tech

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

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the kinda hot out
Hit the put the roof in the trunk

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

S be the ghost, R What
come 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 just point, squeeze
Ryde or Die, R What
keep your hammer right by your side

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

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

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

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your in knots
'Cause I lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I you gettin' mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't with mutts
on!

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

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