Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Y'all

Yeah, yeah, Eve
And you know, you know

I keep some chuck's on my khakis on my legs
Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm bread
Sliding through your system, banging, bobbing
Doing and I don't care what other niggaz saying

They can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting
Selling clothes up in this like Calvin Klein
cuties to shake they booty at the same time
I'd be damned if I go back to jail for the same

I'm too slick to get caught up in dirty game
I'm a scholar that make off the birdy game
Crip hoping I got it on the boulevard
Man, I fucking with Chevy's, I got my own car

D O double, you don't rumble, why you testing me?
Oh, I know, you must be off them ecstasy
Bad habits, you better it before it get you loc
And try to get yourself hooked on this chronic
Fo'

Hey y'all, doggs from to West Coast
All my doggs, we smoke
We 'bout to some bank roll
that I go

Man, I see the hoes
I know they know
Yeah, we like it raw
Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg

Uh, huh, these niggas got you nodding
And this chick got the drums from your throbbing
Known to do it, bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it
Love when bitches you, hear the song pimps, ain't nothing to me

Got my nigga, Snoop, he down
As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in
Created heat so you can bang it, it nice and loud
Can't block me out, I'm up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV

never stuck up off the freezyness
Same bitch, same pitch, ridiculous
Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick lips
Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I you for me

Keep on the both sides, we in the church
On these niggas getting smoke ties, playing up here
Praying that they legalize but fuck it choke top down
Baby smoke in the sky, come on

Hey y'all, doggs from to West Coast
All my doggs, we could
We 'bout to some bank roll
that I go

Man, I see the hoes
I they already know
Yeah, we it real raw
Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg

Now, when you see me up in the club
(It nothin')
Uh, six up on dub's
(It nothin')

Huh, breaking up buds
(It nothing)
And every hood showing but love
(It nothing)

buds ain't the same, for the simple brain
Should'a never let me learn what millions mean
Yeah, I'm a simple but really don't want simple things
real doggs close, hate cats with simple brains

Not ready for the collision, stay up in lane
East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin'
Dedicated to you, baby, keep your gangsta
You gots to be my queen 'cause I'm the King

The one with the Bigg house with the Bigg
Sista Eve, you blessed the scene
You're the queen of the team, with cream, so supreme
A in the skies, open up your eyes

Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the
and go where we wanna go, stay fly
Sho' and original, turn up your
here we go, here we go

Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast
All my doggs, we could
We to take some bank roll
that I go

Man, I see the hoes
I know they already
Yeah, we it real raw
Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate

It nothing
It ain't
It ain't
It ain't