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 I say what it is
Uh, uh

All Drag do is fuck and drain his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed and sleep 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, stash box, a of D
Drag dash, I'm to be
On this rap shit is like a to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves

So I keep it on, never take my jacket off 'cuz my shit be gone
What are you, your mind?
It took my to cut these dimes
So I could dump 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 a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the of ya'll 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 what we up

That's we pokin' up

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

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

Coward nigga your doors
come through with 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 is real fair, it's all real here
I own more on my block, than real estate, Philly ave
Hit ten I'm tryin' to see mils like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in Philly dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin' off weaves

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about

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

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

Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must left 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 slums to the stats, been to London and back

Me change 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 cake 'cuz I from 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