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 heavy
And I from the block, was flawless with ex-cons
And we them glocks, of course, ready to bomb

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

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

I got it swayin' to the left
Plus a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me 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 them
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin'
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

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

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your
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 cost for

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

You don't want it them niggas
you haters steady 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
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the
Oak wood in interior, on the roof
Now shoot back, now back

We all in the ride, I ain't 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 hella

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

Jewled up in ice, 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 it with them niggas
While you haters 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
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now back, now shoot back