Luyện nghe bài hát Make You Wanna Holla

Now we gon burn this here
Ay yo dim the lights
yeah
we gon let the track to em

Fly cars pretty hos on my arm shit
you'd think I had the world in my
surrounded by the pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
ain't all peaches and cream
cause it's hard being a rich man when you black
no margin for no room for slack
stay on your back
lyin tryin to me
they wait to treat a nigga you think it was the 60's
and it

you wanna holla
to the top of my lungs but the weed smoke's my lungs
my son
I know this game is mean let him go where I've gone
see I've seen takin puffs off the green
my mind off this bullshit
it's like a tug of war
with every bullshit I got a keep a full
you niggas don't
I'm only I'm just like you damn

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

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

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