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 should I say it is
Uh, uh

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

Make think 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 this rap 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
What are you, lost your
It my time to cut these dimes
So I could dump drug a few minds, so don't make me a few nines

Dip the T T in polish the shoe shine
Slip in the Tunnel with a banger in my boot
All it takes is the finger to make a 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 what we up

That's we pokin' up

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

I got more bullets in my clip than chocolate got in
I got more bitches suckin' dick 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 through with the locksmith and pop it
With the glock 4 and show ya'll what a for
I got steel, blue steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair

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

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

That's what we up

That's what we up

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

I know wish ya'll woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we cock it pop it
Make 'em and swallow
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, back like French toast
Hair was up, now is down, eyes are black, now is

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

Me 'cuz 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 'cuz I went from 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 know