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 half for $250)
(Dropping zones is more) Oh my God
(So what you need is I got) Man, give it to me now

[Daz 1]
I get up early in the morning, I'm yawning, I'm as fuck
My aching, thanking God that I made it as much as I need
Bread, my mamma covered me under the
With the niggas that I 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
With my homies I'm smoking, I'm taking the pain
With the problems that hold me down, and it to be strange
It ain't no thang to handle my situation just a G
Without them dollars, I could say that my life is
And to the I'm a dogg pound gangsta
Making paper, who gives a fuck if I'm on playa haters
I can't stand an infiltrater who's suppose to be your
But later, in the end that he's a phony
To the police raided my shit, making my shit hot again
I relocated, came up on a jack pot of
Got to it to myself, giving it all that I got
Everyday I gain nigga, come up on glocks
You know, but I guess that I'm up on thangs for
And I hear knocking at my door

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

[Daz 2]
I'm more popular than ever, take me out never
Will I die clocking a on my way up to the ladder
It don't matter nigga, the fuck did I do
I got to keep it real and to myself stay true
I'm draped in blue and but I'm straight making it happen
Robbin' or slangin' or I got to focused on rapping
It's all the legitimate 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?
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 then just get the on
If I boned, I fucked, it no thang
the pussy is attracted to the fortune and fame
Running bitches like a game, it ain't no thang
Had the freak of the week last week, it no thang
It's like that, freak
I know you fine but you look like 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 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 door
You know who it is
It be your mother, could be your brother,
be the police, could be the feds,
and it could be a nigga coming to smoke ass
So watch who you that door for, Aight, Ok, Alright!

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

(you what, you right)