Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Do It

Fuck though it was man? Right, right
I'ma holla at 'em dog nah
Got my nigga, Mike B, suicide Queens
X-million, bout to tear it down wit my
You Stick holla at 'em dog

I'm tired of the war stories, kid I heard 'em all
And before they could fake and up another one that's false
I'ma it and break it down, so y'all could knock it off
It's my call, in my they too soft

Mr. 'I give a fuck', don't need much
But heat in the truck, in the dutch, beats I'm beatin' 'em up
'em up, niggaz deals is suckers
More than the game, let the fame go to your brain

I'm still in the rain, where lives get caught in the
It's nothin' to me, niggaz fuckin' wit me
I at your V and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat
Jump if it's but wolves need somethin' to eat

Nigga dollar signs cover my eyes, Gucci
Bottom line, on my nine wit no serial
First class flights and is digital

You could bust and get it right homey
Up in the club, we came to get it
Smoke weed, drink henny, man get it
Hard liquor for sure, 'cause we pop bubbly

Load up your steel, nigga dump it
We don't talk, story, all about our money
From the streets we ride, you know our homey
If shorty wanna wit us then she out homey

Shit, 'cause all official
Load your pistol, I right and I'm sure to hit you
Shoot through walls, you die with your bitch too
So ladies, get out the way

You gotta be dog, I got to spray first, nigga
your promotional van into a hearse
Oh, love the way I sit in the drop, pull up in the spot
suck cock off the strength of the watch

Lil' homey and alone
Fuck you got guns for if your at home?
You to have 'em on your waste like me
Run, duck, hide from the like me

Been the world on fake ID
I got businesses, witnesses
Bottom line, X-1 is hot with this

You could bust guns and get it right
Up in the club, we came to get it
weed, drink henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for sure, 'cause we pop bubbly

Load up your steel, nigga it only
We talk, true story, all about our money
From the streets we ride, you know our style
If wanna bounce wit us then she out homey

Yo Woozy, and Cookie
Roofies and on two-three
Luny, and moody
Stupid, I hate the world I'm too me

until I throw up and smoke until I tweak
Can't see me settle for less until I
Two milly, I'm too
Fifty thousand a week, I'm too filthy

Stocks and realty, and feel we
and whiskey, I pop til I'm twisty
Talented and gifty, til I'm limp D
I'm so empty, everybodies