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 smell me, wit ya

Your reign on the top, like leprechauns
I came through in drops, and heavy charms
And I came from the block, was flawless with
And we aimin' glocks, of course, ready to bomb

Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same
I seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
The concrete jungle, no trees to 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 better move when it off

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

You don't it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas 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

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

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 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 with a cost for homes

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 I stay 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, is pullin' off and you stuck on the curb
D I P, B G, what you heard

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

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

We all in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderly
Yak when we drive, we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, hard to get by
That's why we puff weed

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 swear I stay fly when I out

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

You want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we
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, suede on the
Now shoot back, now back