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

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

[Daz 1]
I get up in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck
My body aching, thanking God I made it as much as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me the shadow
With the that I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a celebrity status, opportunities I'm
If it's weed, or a better I got to have it
With my I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
With the that hold me down, and it seems to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say my life is incomplete
And to the world I'm a dogg pound
Making paper, who gives a 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 that he's a
To the police that my shit, making my shit hot again
I relocated, came up on a jack pot of
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all I got
Everyday I gain nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on thangs for
And I money knocking at my door

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

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

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

Outro]
Y'all know y'all selling dope
And everybody knocking at the mother door
You don't 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, game is like a bubble
There's always a player that wants to prick it
But you got to let that bubble rise to it's level
from the bullshit
Let it float, let it
The way shit go, with or without a low
Without money or a whore
Because the highest gonna see you through it
For sure, because where belief comes in with self
Let it go, let it

(you what, you right)