Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Uh, yeah, you
This that boy shit, nigga
Ya me, fuck wit ya

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

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

Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the
Back up in the city with some in the trunk
I a player but I do my dirt, dawg
top 'Cedes better move when it murk off

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

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 outta line, put his punk ass in the

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

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

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

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

the bottom to the top, you seen the bottom 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 stuck on the
D I P, B G, fuck what you

You don't it with them niggas
While you haters 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 ass in the coffin

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

We all strapped in the ride, I ain't like the elderly
Yak we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, hard to get by
That's why we puff hella

But if this high come down
I feel the walls like the sky gon' come down
I need air, top of the ride, gon' down
And I swear I stay fly when I out

Jewled up in ice, that bent dude like
Spyder 430 with the bluish
Got the coupe, bright, but we still shoot
For my niggas on the Eastside, this is life

You want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas richer
Bet mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
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 in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot