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

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

Make them think the car drivin' and I'm in the passenger seat
lights, stash box, a package of D
Drag dash, I'm to be
On rap shit is like a jacket to me
I wear it with in my sleeves

So I keep it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cuz my shit be
What are you, lost mind?
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 the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a in my boot line
All it takes is the finger to make a 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
That's all we know

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 than got in chip
I got more bitches suckin' dick 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 nigga your doors
I'll come with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a for
I got black steel, blue steel, wheels, I wheelchair

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

R, pop niggas, make niggas bleed
Fiends to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers 'bout to be six feet, 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
That's all we know

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

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

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

Me change I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin' ya'll to niggas to do it
It's all the stupid
I got on cake 'cuz I went 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 about