Luyện nghe bài hát Really Doe

You niggas even know
All talk then no show
Cannot me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't before
That hoe my piccolo
Smoking on mistletoe
her kiss all on it while we cha-cha, but on 24's
She like a centerfold
all on my genitals
Suckin' on it like she gettin' and minerals
I be on the chemicals, she be on my
her with my tentacle then put her on my schedule
Rolling up them
Rapping with that special
Only way you're next to if you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe, every day a show
Used to tote that and serve like John McEnroe
Now I out all my shows
Used to sell out all my
That was back we was coppin' dubs to try and roll a four
Now a livin' good
I done it out the hood
I'm goin' back?
I wish a motherfucker

Yeah, they say I got the on fire
I ain't boomin', a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like doe
Really doe, really doe
say I got the city on fire
I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie,
Really doe, like doe
Really doe, really doe

wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well
For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you can go to hell
When getting money, nigga, every day is sunny
I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my
Second grade, took my mama ring, took that bitch
To show-and-tell, now I'm to the game to no avail
Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' as fuck
Employer tryna me up, but now I'm a writer
With of a rider, and half the shit on my rider I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (chyeah)
Givenchy bikers the Raf rips
Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my
Paid by the Bloods, by the Crips
Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin'
But good could be better I a motherfucker would

Yeah, they say I got the on fire
I boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, like doe
Really doe, like doe
They say I got the city on
I ain't boomin', that's a lie, woah
doe, like really doe
Really doe, really doe

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I dare ya
can end in vain before the end is near
See I can you crying
Silence sittin' in the
Holdin' crosses 'cross heart
Sin is such a of art
out for the love lost
Bet a thousand, shoot a
Things a do for thousands
Made a counting sheep
it all to public housin'
Taking off to Abu
Beamin' up the motor,
Talking to promoters,
Everybody know it's
Murder one, heard of them
The Revenant, the all day
Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on
Big power, big
My zoo fit the cages
This booth is not used to
My crew just confrontation
I chewed the face off the
I the weight from the waitress
I chef the pot that made
I then tipped all the patients
My is way beyond basic
That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy
Aye, look I ain't doin'
Aye, in foreigns
Aye, K-Dot, four years, I got the same
But the real watch and that bitch fire
Racer waitin' outside
The roof on it a tank top
Countin' money, paint dry
When I'm is when the rain stops, uh

say I got the city on fire
I boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
Really doe, really doe
Really doe, really doe
say I got the city on fire
I boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah
doe, like really doe
Really doe, like doe

Good,
I you motherfuckin' would

Listen, a motherfucker would, Brown
I had to put my foot
Its like I'm popping a
Your palpable, your jaw full of dust
You keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?
And I'm the type of nigga it ain't been an honor to judge
You a mouse the falcon picked up
So and gettin' checked like the top of the month
I was a as a kid so now I'm honest as fuck
And I never passed my mama no blunt, it kept my head
Listen deadweight never a problem to dump
Look, I just up with my bitch cause we ain't argue enough
I keep it as the spliffs my uncle Alchemist puff
I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your with the club
I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a
It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sit, countin' your
Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with
Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my
You've been the same since 2001
Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the
I'm at your house
why you got your on my Chucks