Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
They damn

Every time I stop, hoes look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm rich
necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the button
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
They me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back while I let a friend drive
Half a two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', they
They like
They pointin', they
They damn

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', they
They damn

My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a
Main that nigga got more cheese a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga trippin'
I'm Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
marry a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you stay on top, sex
Rubberband business, know you heard of
I got the town talkin, you scurred of that
None less ten figures, you know what I'm worth
sales, show money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket full of
Blunt of weed, cup full of drank
Me going raw dog, no way in hell
Before I risk my life it be a day in hell
But bitch take it off, here we go and tell
And I'm fuckin' pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
They damn

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
They damn

Parallel park while I'm riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I let your damn ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
out, I ain't never passed a drug test
You know my lingo let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
They took me out the but it's still in me
I sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so still listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

Every time I stop, hoes look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
They like

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
They like