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 bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep next to a
A bitch'll get me pump, I make niggas pump iv
I'm the to follow the cops wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, rap shit is like a jacket to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves
So I it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cause my shit be gone
What are you, lost mind?
It my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in polish watch the shoe
in the tunnel with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit,
Double r is hard, the rest of is r & b singers

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That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's what we up
That's all we know

2]
I got more in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than niggas smokin
I got more shit up in my whip, than most niggas got in
I got more, of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
Coward nigga lock your
I'll come with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean
'cause drag is real fair, it's all real
I own more on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten I'm tryin to see mils like billy gates
'cause me in philly dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off weaves
Double r, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top been asleep
Seven bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you have took that step

3]
I y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we it then pop it
Make 'em holler and
Niggas stop it, it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a nigga, I'll let a nigga 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 must have 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 to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from 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 same
I got cake on cake, I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die