Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Do It

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

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

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

I'm still in the rain, lives get caught in the drain
It's nothin' to me, niggaz ain't wit me
I dump at V and leave you niggaz slumped in your seat
Jump if it's but wolves need somethin' to eat

Nigga dollar signs my eyes, Gucci material
Bottom line, on my nine wit no serial
First flights and TV's is digital

You bust guns and get it right homey
Up in the club, we to get it gully
weed, drink henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for sure, 'cause we don't pop

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

Shit, 'cause all official
Load pistol, I ain't right and I'm sure to hit you
Shoot walls, you could die with your bitch too
So ladies, get out the way

You gotta be kiddin' dog, I got to first, nigga
Turn your van into a hearse
Oh, bitches love the way I sit in the drop, up in the spot
They suck cock off the strength of the

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

Been around the world on ID
I got businesses, shot
Bottom line, X-1 is hot this shit

You could bust guns and get it right
Up in the club, we to get it gully
Smoke weed, henny, man get it ugly
Hard liquor for sure, 'cause we don't pop

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

Yo Woozy, and Cookie
Roofies and usually on
Luny, and moody
Stupid, I the world I'm too into me

Drink until I throw up and smoke until I
see me settle for less until I peak
Two milly, I'm too
thousand pills 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, finish