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

All do is fuck bitches and drain his body
Kickin' bitches out the bed and sleep to a shottie
A bitch'll get me pump, I make niggas pump IV
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin' me

Make them 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 shit is a jacket to me
I it with cracks in my sleeves

So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off my shit be gone
What are you, lost your
It took my to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few

Dip the T T in polish watch the shine
Slip in the Tunnel a banger in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of is R & B singers

That's we smokin' up

That's what we up

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

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

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

Coward lock your doors
come through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and 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 tryin' to see mils like Gates
'Cuz me in Philly dutches
Me and Eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin' off bitches'

R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Fiends come to me my top been asleep
Seven bouncers '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 we pokin' up

That's what we up
all we know about

I know ya'll wish ya'll woulda, shoulda,
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we 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 back French toast
Hair was up, now is down, are black, now is brown

to frown, now you smile, nigga must have 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 slums to the stats, to London and back

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

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