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, what?
(Oh you need a fifty sac?) Yeah get me the
(Hold on, I got for $250) Cash?
(Dropping zones is more) Oh my God
(So you need is what I got) Man, give it to me now

Verse 1]
I get up in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm tired as fuck
My body aching, thanking God that I made it as as I need
Bread, my mamma me under the shadow
With the niggas that I on the street that I have to battle
At a celebrity status, opportunities I'm
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 hold me down, and it to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my situation like a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is
And to the world I'm a pound gangsta
paper, who gives a fuck if I'm busting on playa haters
I stand an infiltrater who's suppose 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, up on a jack pot of ends
Got to hand it to myself, giving it all I got
Everyday I gain money nigga, come up on
You know, but I guess that I'm up on for sure
And I hear money knocking at my

2X]
But I guess I'm up on thangs for sure
And I money knocking at my door
Can I hear money 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

Verse 2]
I'm more popular than ever, take me out nigga
Will I die a million on my way up to the ladder
It don't matter nigga, what the did I do
Plus I got to keep it real and to stay true
I'm draped in blue and gray but I'm straight 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 Beach, or compton, or Watts
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, got's to on
Bitches to lend on, use 'em and just get the fuck on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
Like the is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running bitches like a game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the last week, it wasn't no thang
It's that, freak nasty
I know you fine but you like lassie BIATCH!

2X]
But I that I'm up on thangs for sure
And I money knocking at my door
Can I money knocking at my door
Can the police be 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 when y'all selling dope
And everybody knocking at the mother fucking
You don't who it is
It could be your mother, could be brother,
could be the police, be the feds,
and it could be a nigga to smoke your ass
So watch who you open that for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

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

(you what, you right)