Luyện nghe bài hát Work

Nigga wanna
Nigga wanna sell where we grow up nigga
with me and learn something nigga
If not, stay away my playground

Yeah, this shit right here is for real hustle
Real street niggas, y'all me
Squared niggas, kick back and listen how is really go, uh

Cabbage work hoes goes and pistols
Last in getting away hearin'
Scopin' down map gestural back full of
A hot ass ski mask and two in the clips

Scoop on 'em let 'em know it's on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy, we goners
Beep on 'em though we won't work
No Soda slides twenty on 'em for the dirt

Got 'em, strap on 'em my with ducktapes
See nervous while the Greyhouse across Interstate
Jumpin' up in the friendly scotia down chicken
For the work up and really do be straight

They pull up bread all the lookin' us a show dog
Twenty bird and car like she a mother law
Damn, she'll no duck the law
Bitch got us switch with the work like motherfuck the law

That's the shit ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'?
Jumpin' on 'em hoes, floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on homies calicos
With the funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy those

Banged out, thanged out, hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we bust
Go back the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work and hundred fo's

Now in the N and N.Y. talkin' to why with the bitch
And some load me insider
now and never, turn back why should we
Let's turn this upside down
(How we?)

First to be unnoticed, I don't trust bitch
She fine but she with rat the lil' snitch
I don't feel right I crass bustin' bust pipe
And the fed I had up on ass snitch all night

Where we better do is send that to the [unverified]
the ki's to the rally car and get that bitch the cap
She go be mad about it 'cause she cut out
But let it know her job is done
(Bitch out)

Why we for?
(Nigga we paper chasin')
Okay well, let's made this put reservatoins
Bust train or even station
If you got we can start this operation

That's the shit nigga ball fo', how dope that they wall fo'?
on 'em hoes, they floss the hoes
We carry choppers stole us on with calicos
With funk kick wishin' y'all holy copy those

Banged out, out, everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we used
Go back, blast the gas to shootin' us
For work hoes and hundred hoes

Now I'm the king of rock for my
One time the block, I did my sack about the dirt
Like a dream team feams tryin' around me like impressed
Takin' fifth G horse and spork the 'port

a hell is seen hot for shit, I ain't trippin'
Got in the bushes with the chop, chop so I ain't slippin'
None of out of town C's and Beems
playin' 'em gueens street they never seen the pontrees

Hobbed on the plane, I'm back on stinky
And floss and faded the whole scene
1-0 back Ol' T dope
Fresh gear, big wheels, shinnin'

So I hit Shall Sunday, watchin' low-low's hot
Me and my N.O. partners on the strippin' new
Bentleys, Warreys, Benzes,
With none full of fall for the twenty Summers

That's the nigga ball fo', how they dope that they wall fo'?
Jumpin on 'em hoes, floss the hoes
We carry stole us on homies with calicos
With the funk wishin' y'all holy copy with those

out, thanged out, everybody hangin' out
Whole crews anybody sayin' we used
Go back, the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and fo's

And there you have it, how it go
From top to bottom, half heart, half nigga
Oh, don't get it up
I still got money for my first out of town, haha, you dig