Luyện nghe bài hát That's What I'm Talking About

They call me dubcuda was the name
Money in my lap doin a in the fast lane
The of a husler I got it
And if it aint money I don't wanna talk about it

The of a husler I got it
And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk it

Now see your fingers in the sky
And if you money keep em up high
Stand up put hands up
Show me you all about
Real shit
Yeah that's what I'm bout

Getting' it in out of the boots
In a coupe a ten
Blowin like a
off of lockdown
Straight out the
Nigga down for
Still all the loot

The property of
The looters of
Now it's on the leather
While the roof

The hog on the hog
the "D's" on the Deuce
And you can blame it on the
The weed and the look.

up my weaponry
Starter cap to the of me
You when I rep a "C"
Dub S to the of me
Motherfuckers wasn't me
But im all up in your chest heat
Givin you bitter niggas vasectomies
Till I rest in
Hustle the
niggas a bitch baby
you to sit next to me

Dub the bandana dangler
O T countin dirty with the hanky up

(?) you
the (?) off you
Comin again
something to walk too

I can't see
For all of my
Who don't wear jeans
up they ass me

independent last CD
still a shitload of records
no or TV

and Im to the program
on the concrete
While the door slams

The "W" was my symbol
My jams make niggas get
barrels out of car windows

Im a nut for and chuck T's
to big butt cheeks an weaves
Not a pop
But I'll pop heezee
A branch of the tree as
Pac &
Bumpin Jam Jay & Biggie
Iron on the
up the starch can
Sprayin my

Now who that nigga to shoot it
Cap at the
The closest to the to do it
Me
The D in this rap shit im a vet
In a blue pro (?) around the neezeck
Your future baby daddy I be
You aint never with a nigga like me
Baby slide me you
Ill call you later weekend
I can't now
I'm on my way to rob the man

Love by a few hated by
Im the these rappers keep security
I go hard kick gears and jump
Chuckin up the
wheelin in your front yard

You niggas is
Facebook
I put on obituaries nigga