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 fuck bitches, and his body
bitches out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make pump iv
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin me
them think the car drivin itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a of d
dash, I'm happy to be
On, rap shit is like a jacket to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves
So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cause my shit be
What are you, lost mind?
It took my to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me 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 we smokin up

That's we pokin 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 suckin dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more up in my whip, than most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw y'all tryin to stop wars
nigga lock your doors
I'll come through with the and pop it
With the glock 4 and show what a mouth's 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 like gates
'cause me in philly dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her off bitches' weaves
Double r, pop niggas, niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top rock's asleep
foot bouncers bout to be six feet, under me
Now a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

3]
I know wish y'all woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it pop it
Make 'em and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his
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, nigga must have you now
Went from bikes to the car, 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 from slums to the stats, to london and back
Me change I rap, I can't do it
I went from 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