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, short leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and charms
And I from the block, was flawless with ex-cons
And we them glocks, of course, ready to bomb

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

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

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

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 swervin' in the
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now shoot

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 dick
See me in that Aston with my glistenin'

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

Homie, they call me Ruger for nothin'
Back out on these bitch niggas, get Ruger to dumpin'
So don't run up on me, nigga, you 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 the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, either you coppin' or you not
Nigga, is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you

You don't want it with niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas 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 in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now back, now shoot back

We all strapped in the ride, I talkin' like the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we fuckin' felony
to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff weed

But if this high don't down
I feel the spinnin' like the sky gon' come down
I need air, top of the ride, gon' come
And I swear I fly when I jump 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, is true life

You don't want it them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my 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
Even four in sedan, I'm in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now back, now shoot back