Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah man, Rell, he on the same bullshit again
black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth again
Bitches stop likin' me but now on my dick again
See me in that Aston 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 floss the chrome, nigga, the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for

Homie, they don't me Ruger 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 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, what you heard

You don't want it with them
you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
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
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 like the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we rollin' fuckin'
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's to get by
That's why we hella weed

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

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

You don't 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 ass in the coffin

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