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

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

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

So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cuz my be gone
What are you, lost mind?
It took my time to cut dimes
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 banger in my line
All it takes is the finger to make a sour sit,
Double R is hard, the of ya'll is R & B singers

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

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

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

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

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

Double R, pop niggas, make niggas
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 what we up

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

I know wish ya'll woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, we cock it then pop it
Make 'em and swallow
Niggas stop it, it, all up in his jacket

I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a nigga it
Hate chips go away, lookin' like white coke
Sit in the sun long, come 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
from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from to the dope
from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to and back

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

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

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