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 me, fuck wit ya

Your reign on the top, short like
I through in drops, Porches and heavy 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 custy cop four pies of the gear
I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same
The jungle, no trees to swing from
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 a player but I do my dirt, dawg
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it off

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

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

Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same again
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' 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, go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' a cost for homes

Homie, they 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 my beef and brocks, to the Oakland 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, is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb
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 in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now shoot

We all strapped in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the
Yak when we drive, like we fuckin' felony
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 come
I feel the walls spinnin' the sky gon' come down
I air, top of the ride, gon' come down
And I swear I stay fly I jump out

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

You don't want it with 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