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 Drag do is fuck bitches and drain his
Kickin' out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I make niggas IV
I'm the type to the cops wit a midget drivin' me

Make think 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 wear it with cracks in my

So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cuz my shit be
What are you, your mind?
It took my time to cut dimes
So I dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines

Dip the T T in polish the shoe shine
in the Tunnel with a banger in my boot line
All it is the finger to make a sour sit, linger
Double R is hard, the rest of ya'll is R & B

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's what we up
all we know about

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about

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

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

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

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

That's we smokin' up

That's what we up

That's we foldin' up
all we know about

I ya'll wish 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, let a nigga have it
Hate chips that go away, lookin' white coke
Sit in the sun long, come back like French
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is

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

Me change 'cuz I rap, I do it
I went from muggin' ya'll to niggas to do it
all the same 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 we foldin' up
all we know about