Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm for the single yo, c'mon
Yo the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Y'all know who it is, or I say what it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is fuck bitches, and his body
bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make pump iv
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin me
Make think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, this rap shit is like a to me
I wear it with in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off my shit be gone
What are you, lost your
It took my time to cut dimes
So I dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in polish watch the shine
in the tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to a sour sit, linger
Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b

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That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's we foldin up
That's all we know

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin
I got more shit up in my whip, than most got in cribs
I got more, of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward lock your doors
come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all a mouth's for
I got black steel, steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
'cause is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm to see mils like billy gates
'cause me in philly rollin
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off weaves
Double r, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bout to be six feet, under me
Now a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

3]
I know y'all wish woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we it then pop it
Make 'em holler and
Niggas it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a have it
Hate chips that go away, like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french
Hair was up, now is down, are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went from to the gats
Went slums to the stats, been to london and back
Me 'cause I rap, I can't do it
I from muggin y'all to payin niggas to do it
It's all the stupid
I got on cake, 'cause I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die