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 who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is fuck bitches, and 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 type to follow the 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, this rap is like a jacket to me
I wear it with in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cause my be gone
What are you, lost your
It took my time to cut these
So I could dump drug a few minds, so 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 is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b

[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, than got in chip
I got more bitches suckin dick, than smokin niks
I got more up in my whip, than 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 steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
'cause drag is real fair, it's all real
I own more buildings on my block, real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see mils billy gates
me in philly rollin dutches
Me and eve, off the trees, got her laughin off bitches' weaves
Double r, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's 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 wish y'all woulda, shoulda,
Didda, getta, gotta, we cock it then pop it
Make 'em and swallow
Niggas it, catch it, all up in his jacket
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga it
Hate chips that go away, lookin white coke
Sit in the sun long, back like french toast
was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went coke to the dope
Went cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, 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, 'cause I went pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die