Luyện nghe bài hát Make You Wanna Holla

Now we gon burn this right
Ay yo dim the lights
yeah
we gon let the talk to em

Fly cars pretty hos rocks on my arm
you'd think I had the world in my
surrounded by the pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
still all peaches and cream
cause it's hard being a rich man specially you black
no for error no room for slack
stay on your back
lyin tryin to me
wait to treat a nigga you would think it was the 60's
and it

Makes you holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed blockin my lungs
my son
I know this is mean don't let him go where I've gone
see what I've takin puffs off the green
keep my off this bullshit
like a mental tug of war
with every bullshit I got a a full clip
you niggas understand
I'm only I'm just like you damn

Makes you wanna
it's hard sometimes on the grind
when you're tryin to get dollars man and
Prayin for
but it might not so I'm a hustle till my work is done
It makes you holla
it's hard sometimes on the grind
when tryin to get them dollars man
for tomorrow
but it might not so I'm a hustle till my work is done

Livin in bucks big boy trucks
sometimes I feel givin it up
drop top pipes damn what a life
I'd trade it all just to sleep some
it's bein a gangsta
specially when you get the D.A. still a case
everywhere you cameras all up in your face
I.R.S. audit papes trying to take your estate
and man's on the stand raisin his right hand
cause you swear to the truth I bet you do
and it

Makes you holla
cause when you got dollars every chick wanna
claimin they
need the so-called cats you from way back
suddenly they your cousin wanna run with the
he man long as you givin him stacks
but let you get fucked and need a
he ain't callin you
now what of shit is that