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 breaking
Sliding through your system, banging, heads
Doing mines and I don't what other niggaz saying

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

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

D O double, you wanna rumble, why you testing me?
Oh, I know, you be gone off them ecstasy
Bad habits, you better it before it get you loc
And try to get yourself hooked on chronic smoke
Fo'

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

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

Uh, huh, these got you head nodding
And this chick got the drums your ears throbbing
Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu dare it
Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, 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, crank it 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 your
Gotta that bombshell, damn girl, I need you for me

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

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

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

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 nothing but love
(It nothing)

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

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

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

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

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

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

It ain't
It ain't
It ain't
It ain't