Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm pushin for the single yo,
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 do is fuck bitches, and drain his body
Kickin bitches out the bed and sleep to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas iv
I'm the type to follow the cops wit a midget 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, rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't take my jacket off 'cause my shit be gone
What are you, lost mind?
It took my time to cut dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in polish watch the shine
Slip in the with a banger in my bootline
All it takes is the finger to a sour sit, linger
r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b singers

[chorus

That's what we up

That's we pokin up

That's we foldin up
all we know about

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, chocolate got in chip
I got more suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whip, most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while y'all tryin to stop
nigga lock your doors
I'll come with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all what a for
I got black steel, steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
'cause drag is real fair, it's all real
I own more buildings on my block, than estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils billy gates
me in philly rollin dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches'
Double r, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's been
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 cock it pop it
'em holler 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 back like french
Hair was up, now is down, are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must left you now
Went bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
from 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 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