Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

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

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

Now I done seen a cop four pies of the same gear
I also seen a nigga cop rides in the same year
The concrete jungle, no to swing from
This weed and 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 a player but I do my dirt, dawg
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it off

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

You want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin'
Bet you're mad 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
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now back

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

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

Homie, they don't call me Ruger for
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 A's, fitted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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