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, or something, what? Fifty?
(Oh you need a sac?) Yeah get me the fifty
(Hold on, I got for $250) Cash?
(Dropping is $500 more) Oh my God
(So what you 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, thanking God that I it as much as I need
Bread, my covered me under the shadow
With the niggas I meet on the street that I have to battle
At a celebrity status, I'm grabbing
If it's weed, or a better life I got to it
my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking away the pain
With the problems that hold me down, and it to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my just like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my is incomplete
And to the world I'm a dogg gangsta
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm on playa haters
I can't stand an who's suppose to be your homie
But later, in the end realize that a phony
To the police that raided my shit, making my shit hot
I relocated, came up on a pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all I got
I gain money nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I hear knocking at my door

2X]
But I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I hear money 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 they out to set me up

[Daz 2]
I'm more popular than ever, me out nigga never
I die clocking 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 and to myself stay true
I'm in blue and gray but I'm straight making it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to focused on rapping
It's all about the way to make ya pay
No fun in LA, or Long Beach, or compton, or
Wherever I lay my head to sleep
Thanking God for my children and my soul's at
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 on, use 'em and then just 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 no thang
Had the of the week last week, it wasn't no thang
It's that, freak nasty
I know you but you look like lassie BIATCH!

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

Outro]
Y'all know when y'all dope
And everybody knocking at the fucking door
You don't who it is
It could be mother, could be your brother,
be the police, could be the feds,
and it could be a coming to smoke your ass
So watch who you open that for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

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

(you what, you right)