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,
Ya'll 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 never get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin' me

Make them think the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger
Signal lights, stash box, a of D
dash, I'm happy to be
On this rap 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 'cuz my be gone
What are you, your mind?
It took my to cut these dimes
So I could drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines

Dip the T T in polish watch the shoe
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my boot
All it takes is the finger to a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of 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 we smokin' up

That's what we up

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

I got bullets 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 than most niggas got in
I got more, blocks of raw ya'll tryin' to stop wars

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

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

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

That's we smokin' up

That's what we up

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

I know ya'll wish woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it pop it
'em holler and swallow
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, 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, nigga must have you now
Went bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, went from coke to the
Went from cracks to the raps, went bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to and back

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

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

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