Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Don't Hear Me Dough

Damn, just bust a you
And 4 deep, too
They seen all caps and T-shirts
And them gold thangs underneath the

But the law ain't broken
Wait, I see 3 white cops and one
Oh, so that it, no doubt
Tom pointed us out

But I ain't tryin' to get
give me static, I'm givin' the shit back
'Cause I ain't did wrong
And this L.A. drama goin' on too long

So it's on if touch me
of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me
'Cause fool, I waitin'
I'm 5000, so much for gold

I hit a street and circled twice
Shook 'em like hot
Parked the toy in a
'Cause the same thing last Friday

I tried to you
They was devils befo'
But don't hear me though

Hey,
You know who I'm talkin' to
Hey,
You guys who I'm talkin' to

Damn, this pagin' me, 911
Who is This bad-ass white girl from
Aw nigga, you went out like a straight
What you talkin'

Fool, this girl a straight
Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic week
the doctor, "Have you ever seen this?"
With a q-tip, stuck up your penis

Waitin' for the test to come back from upstairs
While you say prayers
And ask yourself, Was it really it?
Before Casanova crossed over, everything was

But you satisfied with the sisters
So now you got
Trick or treat? Aw, nigga, you can eat a
Or vice versa, that's how you treat a

Nigga you who ain't learned
That hittin' pale skins'll get you
Man, y'all better let them white go
But don't hear me though

Hey,
You guys know who I'm to
Hey,
You guys know who I'm to

Damn Kam, I got a migraine, you eat?
some pork chops and pig's feet
And a of strips of bacon
What? And my head just started

I hate to say, I told you so but I ya
You take it from a soldier
Kam got the ham broken down to a
So keep it out appliance

Cat plus rat plus dog hog
animals, people need to ban 'em all
Nigga, I been eatin' all my life and I'm cool
Fool, you don't know what missin'

Listen the reason why you get sick so quick
And a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick
So he can fill prescription
For your ass, for your and your hyper tension

When all you gotta do is eatin' the swine
And be fine
Black folk better leave pork at the sto'
But y'all hear me though

Hey,
You guys who I'm talkin' to
Hey,
You guys who I'm talkin' to

Damn, my nigga got
He's down for the K.O., for movin' that
And now they him to snitch
I hate to say it but the dug his own ditch

So now caught in a catch 22
if he don't and fucked if he do
Lookin' at 15 a L
Scared he'll down, so what the hell

He starts singin' like a
Federal detectives recordin' every
Puttin' niggas in a twist, steppin' on
How long will he last? God only

Ballin' outta control, put on a hold
So it's on that, nigga, where my niggas at?
It ain't he didn't know
'Cause I damn sure, told him, he just hear me though