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 I say what it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is bitches, and drain his body
Kickin out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll get me pump, I make niggas pump iv
I'm the type to 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, this rap shit is 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 your
It took my time to cut these
So I dump drug 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 with a in my bootline
All it takes is the 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 what we up

That's we foldin up
all we know about

2]
I got more in my clip, than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches 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 through with the and pop it
With the glock 4 and show y'all a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean
'cause drag is real fair, it's all here
I own buildings on my block, than real estate, philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin to see 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 to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers bout to be six feet, me
Now a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

3]
I know y'all wish y'all woulda, shoulda,
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, 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 have you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the
Went from keys to the coke, went coke to the dope
from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
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 cake on cake, 'cause I from pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die