Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on fire
Uh, yeah, you
This that dope boy shit,
Ya me, fuck wit ya

Your reign on the top, short leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy
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 also seen a nigga cop four rides in the year
The concrete jungle, no trees to swing
This weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin'

Or hit the highway, nigga, key's up in the
Back up in the city some skeezers in the trunk
I ain't a player but I do my dirt,
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it off

I got it swayin' to the left
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 it with them niggas
While you haters bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet 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, suede on the
Now back, now shoot back

Ah man, Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same fo' fifth
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 'bout to off your
a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a for homes

Homie, they don't me Ruger for nothin'
Back out on these bitch niggas, get that to dumpin'
So don't run up on me, nigga, you I stay with it
G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the A's, fitted

That's the to the top, you seen 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 on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you

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 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, suede on the
Now shoot back, now shoot

We all in the ride, I ain't talkin' 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 when I out

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

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

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