Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

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

Your on the top, short 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, ready to

Now I done seen a custy cop 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 gettin' drunk and heaters gettin'

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

You want it with them niggas
While you haters 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 four in sedan, I'm 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' again
Bitches stop likin' me but now on my dick again
See me in that Aston with my chain

Yeah, I'm off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome
a mother and a father, kids 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 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 either you or you not
Nigga, jets is pullin' off and you on the curb
D I P, B G, what you heard

You don't want it them niggas
While you steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' 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
four 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 fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, hard to get by
That's why we hella weed

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

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

You don't want it with them
While you haters 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 in interior, suede on the roof
Now back, now shoot back