Luyện nghe bài hát Work

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

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

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

Scoop on 'em motophone let 'em know on
I pack use 'em draws homeboy, nigga we
Beep on 'em though we won't work
No Baking slides twenty on 'em for the dirt

Got 'em, strap on 'em my shell ducktapes
See nervous while the escpae across Interstate
Jumpin' up in the scotia down chicken weight
For the show up and really do be straight

pull up bread all the lookin' flawless us a show dog
Twenty and rally car like she a mother law
Damn, need no duck the law
Bitch got us walkin' with the work like motherfuck the law

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

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

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

First to be unnoticed, I trust that bitch
She fine but she mixed with rat the lil'
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 it 'cause she getting cut out
But just let it her job is done
(Bitch out)

Why we here
(Nigga we paper chasin')
Okay then well, made this put reservatoins
train or even train station
If you got motophone we can this operation

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

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

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

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

Hobbed on the plane, I'm on stinky greens
And Inglewood and faded the whole scene
1-0 back Ol' T grindin'
Fresh gear, big wheels, jewels

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

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

Banged out, thanged out, everybody out
Whole anybody sayin' we bust used
Go back, the gas about to shootin' us
For cabbage work hoes and hundred

And you have it, that's how it go
From top to bottom, half heart, money nigga
Oh, get it fucked up
I still got money for my trip out of town, haha, you dig