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 of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread
Sliding your system, banging, bobbing heads
Doing mines and I care what other niggaz saying

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

I'm too slick to get up in this dirty game
I'm a that make dollaz off the birdy game
Crip hoping I got it popping on the
Man, I ain't fucking Chevy's, I got my own car

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

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

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

Uh, huh, these niggas got you nodding
And this chick got the drums your ears throbbing
Known to do it, bubblin', do 'chu dare stop it
when bitches hate 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
heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and loud
Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon TV

Ain't never stuck up off the
Same bitch, same pitch, nothing
Want this girl, I see you thug lick your lips
Gotta that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me and you together, shit, we collect the vibes
Exercise and go we wanna go, stay fly
Sho' and original, up your stereo
'Cause we go, here we go

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

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

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