Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on
Uh, yeah, you
This dope boy shit, nigga
Ya smell me, wit ya

Your reign on the top, short like
I came through in drops, and heavy charms
And I came from the block, was flawless ex-cons
And we aimin' them glocks, of course, to bomb

Now I done seen a custy cop pies of the same gear
I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the year
The jungle, no trees to swing from
This and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumped

Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the
Back up in the city with some in the trunk
I ain't a but I do my dirt, dawg
Drop top better move when it murk off

I got it swayin' to the lane
Plus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me pain
Yes, mothafucka, the boys are back with my
And I'm tucked up my boys in back, fucka

You want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we
If he get line, put his punk ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak in interior, suede on the roof
Now back, now shoot back

Ah man, Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth
Bitches likin' me but now they on my dick again
See me in that with my chain glistenin'

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your
Kill a and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' a cost for homes

Homie, they don't call me for nothin'
Back out on these bitch niggas, get Ruger to dumpin'
So run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it
G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the Oakland A's,

That's the bottom to the top, you seen the of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you or you not
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you

You don't want it with them
you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
Even in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, on the roof
Now back, now shoot back

We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's to get by
That's why we puff weed

But if this don't come down
I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come
I need air, top of the ride, come down
And I swear I stay fly when I out

up in ice, that bent that dude like
Spyder 430 the bluish lights
Got the coupe, bright, but we still dice
For my niggas on the Eastside, this is true

You don't want it with them
While you haters bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad we scorin'
If he get line, put his punk ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot