Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm for the single yo, c'mon
Yo, the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Ya'll who it is, or should I say what it is
Uh, uh

All Drag do is bitches and drain his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed and next to a shottie
A never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin' me

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

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

Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe
Slip in the Tunnel with a in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of is R & B singers

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about

That's we smokin' up

That's what we up

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

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

Coward nigga lock your
I'll come through with the and pop it
the glock 4 and show ya'll what a mouth's for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I wheelchair

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

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

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
That's all we know

I ya'll wish ya'll woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it pop it
'em holler and swallow
Niggas it, catch it, all up in his jacket

I'm not a stingy nigga, let a nigga have it
Hate that go away, lookin' like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back French toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is

to frown, now you smile, nigga must have left you now
Went from bikes to the car, from the to the boat
Went keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the
Went from slums to the stats, to London and back

Me 'cuz I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin' to payin' niggas to do it
all the same stupid
I got cake on 'cuz I went from pow to pow
Wit my family, two R's, or Die

That's what we up

That's what we up

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