Luyện nghe bài hát Who's Knoccin' at My Door

[Daz
(Who is it?) Mac
(Who is it?) The Mac!
(Sup? What you need) I don't know quarter, half or something, Fifty?
(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the
(Hold on, I got half for $250)
(Dropping is $500 more) Oh my God
(So you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now

Verse 1]
I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as
My body aching, God that I made it as much as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me the shadow
With the niggas I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a status, opportunities I'm grabbing
If weed, or a better life I got to have it
my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
With the problems that me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain't no thang to my situation just like a G
them dollars, I could say that my life is incomplete
And to the world I'm a dogg pound
paper, who gives a fuck if I'm busting on playa haters
I can't stand an infiltrater who's to be your homie
But later, in the end realize he's a phony
To the police that raided my shit, making my hot again
I relocated, came up on a jack pot of
Got to hand it to myself, it all that I got
Everyday I gain money nigga, up on glocks
You know, but I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I money knocking at my door

2X]
But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I hear money knocking at my
Can I hear money knocking at my
Can the police be for the weed and the yo
Can it be a looking for a dub
I they out just to set me up

Verse 2]
I'm popular than ever, take me out nigga never
Will I die a million on my way up to the ladder
It don't matter nigga, the fuck did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to myself true
I'm draped in and gray but I'm straight making it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to stay focused on
It's all about the legitimate way to ya pay
No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or
Wherever I lay my down to sleep
Thanking God for my children and my at peace
Yeah, am I the I try to be?
me and the mamma it's drama won't let it be
See I'm on my own, to move on
Bitches to lend on, use 'em and just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
Like the pussy is attracted to the and fame
Running bitches a video game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the week last week, it wasn't no
It's like that, nasty
I know you fine but you look lassie BIATCH!

2X]
But I guess that I'm up on thangs for
And I money knocking at my door
Can I hear money knocking at my
Can the be coming for the weed and the yo
Can it be a customer for a dub
I think out just to set me up

Outro]
Y'all know when y'all dope
And everybody knocking at the mother fucking
You know who it is
It could be your mother, could be brother,
be the police, could be the feds,
and it could be a nigga to smoke your ass
So who you open that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

Yeah, this is like a bubble
There's a player hater that wants to prick it
But you got to let that bubble to it's highest level
Away the bullshit
Let it float, let it
The way shit go, with or without a low
Without or without a whore
the highest power's gonna see you through it
For sure, because that's where comes in with self
Let it go, let it

(you what, you right)