Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

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

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

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Hudson
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm hecka
necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend
Half a pound two stacks, half a unit
I stay out here by so you know a hustler been fly

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

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

My pockets some'n serious, on a hilly
that nigga got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a still trippin'
I'm Lionel high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
marry a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you on top, missionary sex
business, know you heard of that
I got the talkin, know you scurred of that
None than ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, show money, not merch'
Club full of bitches, full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup of drank
Me raw dog, ain't 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' that like I'm fresh out of jail

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

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

Parallel while I'm ghost riding
diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I might let damn ho drive it
Lil' hair pullin' man I like sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a test
You know my lingo baby let's
So I got a thousand dollars worth of
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, still give her Nathaniel
Life a so I had to make a bet
ain't Air Max but make a check
They me out the streets but it's still in me
I sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the so they still listen
On the back of the milk carton, ceiling

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

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