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 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 midget me

Make them the car drivin' itself and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm to be
On rap shit 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
are you, lost your mind?
It took my time to cut these
So I dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines

Dip the T T in polish watch the shine
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 what we 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 what we up
That's all we know

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

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

'Cuz is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, 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 off bitches' weaves

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

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we up
all we know about

I know ya'll wish 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 that go away, lookin' like white
Sit in the sun long, back like French toast
was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is brown

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

Me 'cuz 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 what we up

That's we pokin' up

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