Luyện nghe bài hát This Is What I Do

Yea, Killa, what we gettin' to do is
the men from the mice, pit from the poodles
An' the from the heroes
Dipset, bitch, you know that means?

You amongst the Diplomat
This my man, Rell, he locked up
He to come home, hit 'em Rell

By the time this shit touch the
I'll be shackled up on a bus wit beats
But I'mma ride anyway, get high
An' let my V.V.S. jewels blind your anyway, fucker

wannabe gangsta's listen to me
After two years of teachin', you'll get degree
I took over blocks an' put dope an' on it
Subbed niggas out an' put them my deodorant

Just like my speed stick, nigga, I see chips
So hot, I'm droppin' a remix, nigga
An' yea, top on your six, go 'head, drop that
makin' it ways more easier to get popped at, nigga

Roll the haze, let's get higher an'
But G, you me coke, I supplier, supplier
ask 'bout the flow, yea, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggas, y'all was to be wired

An' my word, fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
Made a phone call, now I'm wit the issues
Now all my gon' come through an' get you
An' murk off in a nickel, the color of pickles

I got a serious game, I rock a sick chain
Toe the two tone rugger an' wit da Dip game
Y'all the type of niggas that run from da rubble
Holla if y'all birds, I can front you a couple, nigga

I stack chips, is what I do
Run through divas, 'em to my crew
Send out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, is what I do

I stack chips, is what I do
Run through divas, 'em to my crew
Send out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, is what I do

thought I had plans of spousin' her
I just wanted to sex on the couch wit her
Do it in the wit her
Give her a few bricks, her take it down south wit her
I'm my scrilla, come fuck wit your nigga

An' all these haters wanna buss at your
An' try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the
This shit you gon' in your bones
They ask if I'm wit the Roc
'Cause I be wit Killa an'

I just put rocks on da block an' rock rocks on my
Get your hardest nigga, he poppin' like this
I'm tossin', nigga, this is hungry season
We stopped flossin', you an' your is gettin' it
Where's our

Yo, Killa, reason they killas
they buss in their hoes, they make 'em get abortions
Smoke dro, flow
I got two guns, you got two guns, have a foursome

See, I start a riot in a minute, it if you sniff it
I'm givin' out samples, go 'head try it, terrific
The crack head love me, wanna hug me, kiss me
Buy the whole pack wit up fifties

Don't cop from that nigga, Rell, is what you the fiends
We gettin' all the money 'cause the dimes look jellybeans
A few blocks an' the lock an' key, but I need a
So time to lay pressure game down, like Preacher Earl

Everybody pay up or get sprayed up
This year, I'mma get my back an' my weight up
Go see primo, blade the plate up
some packs an' some workers an' start rackin' cake up
This is I do

I stack chips, is what I do
Run divas, give 'em to my crew
Send out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, is what I do, nigga

I chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, 'em to my crew, nigga
Send work out of town, is what I do, nigga
Be wit my niggas, this is I do, nigga

This is he does, Killa, Santana, Jim Jones
Freaky, here tonight, whole Taliban, Brozzy
side, Diplomats, man, see what we do, man
This is not a motherfuckin'
Holla at your boy, that's seven cake, man