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,
Ya'll know who it is, or should I say it is
Uh, uh

All Drag do is bitches and drain his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed and sleep 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

Make them the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm to be
On rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with cracks in my

So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cuz my be gone
What are you, your mind?
It took my to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few

Dip the T T in polish the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a in my boot line
All it takes is the to make a sour sit, linger
R is hard, the rest of ya'll is R & B singers

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
That's all we about

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we up
That's all we about

I got more bullets in my than chocolate got in chip
I got more bitches suckin' dick niggas smokin' niks
I got more shit up in my whip most niggas got in cribs
I got more, blocks of raw while tryin' to stop wars

Coward nigga your doors
I'll come through the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a for
I got steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair

'Cuz Drag is real fair, it's all real
I own more on my block, than real estate, Philly ave
Hit ten niggas I'm tryin' to see like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in rollin' dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin' off bitches'

Double R, pop niggas, make niggas
Fiends come to me my top been asleep
Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet, me
Now a foot left, you shouldn't have took that step

That's what we up

That's what we up

That's what we up
That's all we about

I ya'll wish ya'll woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we it then pop it
'em holler 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, come back like toast
Hair was up, now is down, are black, now is brown

Used to frown, now you smile, nigga have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the cars to the
Went from keys to the coke, went from 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' ya'll to payin' niggas to do it
It's all the same
I got cake on cake 'cuz I from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, or Die

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we up
That's all we know