Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on
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 from the block, was flawless ex-cons
And we aimin' glocks, of course, ready to bomb

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

Or hit the highway, nigga, up in the trunk
Back up in the city 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' the haze give me chest pain
Yes, mothafucka, the boys are with my vest
And I'm up with my boys in back, fucka

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

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

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off dome
a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the 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 bitch niggas, get that 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 the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, either you coppin' or you not
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you

You don't want it with niggas
While you 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 ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the
Oak in interior, suede 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' 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 gon' down
I need air, top of the ride, gon' down
And I I stay fly when I jump out

Jewled up in ice, that bent dude like
Spyder 430 with the lights
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 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 in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot