Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on
Uh, yeah, you
that dope boy shit, nigga
Ya smell me, wit ya

Your reign on the top, short like
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy
And I came from the block, was flawless ex-cons
And we aimin' them glocks, of course, to bomb

Now I done seen a custy cop pies of the same gear
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 skeezers in the trunk
I a player but I do my dirt, dawg
top 'Cedes better move when it murk off

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

You don't want it them 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 in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now back

Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth
Bitches stop likin' me but now they on my dick
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, kids go to foster
Yeah, I to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for

Homie, they call me Ruger for nothin'
Back out on these bitch niggas, get that Ruger to
So run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it
G'd up from my 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, it's you coppin' or you not
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you stuck on the
D I P, B G, what you heard

You don't it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my 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 in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, 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
Trap to survive, get the buck, keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff weed

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

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

You don't want it them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my gettin' richer
Bet mad 'cause 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 in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot