Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm pushin for the 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 do is fuck bitches, and drain 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 cops wit a midget me
Make think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, this rap shit is like a to me
I wear it with cracks in my
So I keep it on, don't never take my off 'cause my shit be gone
What are you, lost your
It my time to cut these 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
Slip in the tunnel with a in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sit, linger
Double r is hard, the of y'all is r & b singers

[chorus

That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's we foldin up
That's all we about

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than 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
nigga lock your doors
I'll come through the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean
'cause drag is real fair, it's all 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 dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her off bitches' weaves
Double r, pop niggas, make niggas
Fiends come to me my top rock's asleep
foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took step

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