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 should I say it is
Uh, uh

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

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That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's we foldin up
all we know about

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

3]
I know y'all wish woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we it then pop it
Make 'em holler and
stop 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, lookin like coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like french
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must left you now
Went bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went coke to the dope
from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from to the stats, been to london and back
Me change 'cause I rap, I do it
I went from muggin y'all to payin to do it
It's all the same
I got cake on cake, 'cause I from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die