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 drain his
bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I niggas pump iv
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a drivin me
Make them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the seat
lights, stashbox, a package of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, this rap shit is a jacket 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, your mind?
It took my time to cut these
So I could dump a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in watch 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 rest of is r & b singers

[chorus

That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's what we up
all we know about

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

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