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 me, fuck wit ya

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

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

Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the
Back up in the city with some 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 up with my boys in back, fucka

You want it with them 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 punk ass in the

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

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

Yeah, I'm bustin' off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your
Kill a mother and a father, go to foster homes
Yeah, I to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm with a cost for homes

Homie, they don't me Ruger for nothin'
out on these bitch 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

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, what you heard

You don't want it them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas gettin'
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 shoot

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

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

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

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