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 bitches and drain his
bitches 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 cops wit a drivin' me

Make them think the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger
lights, stash box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm to be
On this rap shit is 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, lost 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 polish watch the shoe
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my boot
All it takes is the to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the of ya'll is R & B singers

That's what we up

That's what we up

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

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' 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 most niggas got in cribs
I got more, of raw while ya'll tryin' to stop wars

Coward nigga lock doors
I'll come through the locksmith and pop it
the glock 4 and show ya'll what a mouth's for
I got steel, blue 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 to see mils like Billy Gates
'Cuz me in rollin' dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her off bitches' weaves

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

That's what we up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we 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
stop it, catch it, all up in his jacket

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

Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must left you now
from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went keys to the coke, went from coke to the dope
Went from cracks to the raps, went bats to the gats
from 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
It's all the same
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 what we up

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