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 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 type to the cops wit a midget drivin' me

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

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

Dip the T T in watch 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 is R & B singers

That's we smokin' up

That's we pokin' up

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

That's what we up
all we know about

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

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

'Cuz is real fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than 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
come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot 'bout to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't took that step

That's what we 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 it then pop it
'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, it, all up in his jacket

I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a have it
Hate chips go away, lookin' like 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, nigga must have you now
from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from to the coke, went 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 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 cake on cake 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 we foldin' up
That's all we know