Luyện nghe bài hát Tryin to Do Something

Ugh ha, do to one of those tenderonies
And uh, mean you trying to do something
I'm trying to do something, y'all that

The eye contact that you and I
Make me wanna be real and make niggas disappear
If I could I
And I even frontin
I'm be real with ya, look I'm trying to do something
The eye contact that you and I
Make me be real and make these niggas disappear
If I I would
And I ain't even
I'm gonna be blunt with ya, look I'm to do something

it's the bud in me, or the thug in p
Got these ghetto hoties wanting to put they in me
I'm a g from the cp3 and
Screaming no limit and these playa haters hate it
Relax shorty, hit the blunt, the ruger
Come close to a nigga, let the p ya
Work it like a flex, say you wanna a ruff-neck
Cristal and strawberries, weed smoking, sex
I want you to your legs as wide as you could
So I can hit from the back with this nickle plated
Up and down a roller coaster
your stomach to your back
Let a poke ya
I ain't trippin, never cause I got straps
9 months later, we ain't no caps
Crispy clean, no strings
Little bump-n-grind, miss thang are you with

I heard you want a
Wont you lay up there and me the chance
I ain't saying romance, now what you to be
I'm matured enough, and I ain't approached you for
And the reason I came up off cause you with something
Now I done had a herb, now I done build up the nerve
On top of that my head tight from everything the boss
I'm pitching, cause your curves got me to slide home
And prove I flip other things besides ounz
Tel your girl you're gone, baby you gots to
He with things, he get it on, get it on
You cold make me moan, so you up for me
Please use engenuity when you me
Damn you ? ? ? blues you matching hot shoes
Pretty but knees gone get bruised
no one gonna get used
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Straight to the point
Look I'm trying to do

Back at the concerts peepin
You wanted me to see you and I'm about creepin
Far from home, destination unknown, bone
Hotel booked and I don't be alone
Maybe it's the tone got me visualizing song
Camouflauge love all making me moan
Thug passion, in the back seat off your fashion
Run and tell your girls your night with the assassin
I'm here tonight and the is right
Red and lights are glowing over brian mcknight
But tomorrow my flight, and I'll be your sight
Take my down so you can write
But for now do something
the frontin and the talking
My dogs just barkin
Take your outfit off and put the shit on
And go to the war me
number's on the desk
Hit me you trying to do something