Luyện nghe bài hát You Do, I Do

Yo, this ain't nothin' but rock
I don't think y'all niggaz can't keep up this
all you motherfuckers, fuck you
I don't think they can get it
There's too much goin' on
Yo yo yo yo yo

I was chillin' up, whom? Dog
Rockin', and G with the rooftop cut
I'ma grown man, don't got no time for an' stuff
I got balls that'll ya ollets 21 rough

Look at my face, Doc's the name, don't it
I ya make ya scream, "Bow"
my name's Willie, I get sick with it
Re-dig with it, I had a nine inch up
Before yo' stink bit it

I betta clippin' crap that cats is black
A if the eight jacks so send neck through facts, reservoir
Ja Ja go ball I was four
Explore whores, when came to the door

You seen before, life to your hood
My steady leave niggaz vexed like Rosewood
When I drop the filth weather, built
Our dog the shit outta bitch, of Tiger Mill

You drinkin', I'm
You smokin', I'm
You freakin', I'm
You fuckin', we

You fucked up, we up
We make it, we it
You me, I hate you
You talk shit, I talk

In a I be the E, cat an' mouse and cash
Not many niggaz out there, can touch my stash
Or touch the S-class, thefive O sittin' on Pirelli's, chrome
The big two O, catch the pitcher, my whole rap steez is

For all ya dues, I'm the only show that peeps
Last week I was uptown, the streets
Step 1-5-fifth and get [Incomprehensible]
That's when I do, when I roll dolo, I call her

There was a time if I doin' that, I ain't doin' shit
I might go to the studio and a hit
I call my baby's moms, an her talk shit
I scoop, I ain't get my kids, niggaz

We hit Toys are Russ and Micky D's
And go to a movie, the end today, and to 'em
And take 'em back away, and that's real

You drinkin', I'm
You smokin', I'm
You freakin', I'm
You fuckin', we

You fucked up, we up
We make it, we it
You hate me, I you
You talk shit, I shit

Well it's the sly Gemini, me and Potatoe drops
the guy, well known but still just gettin' by
And I verify mathematics lie, nigga
Put in some work, and get a of the pie

It be the niggaz that immediate pertain to the situation
That we tryin' to come up off the chips, and makin'
And always if I'ma diss you, you insecure bitch
To the government, stay out my

was glad when I came with the keys to the chains
To the cell to the stage, now it's time to rock
I return like I left, D E F, got the whole world gaspin' for breath
We got these hoes spread it out mustard, I ask Flava and Chop
They said, "Yo, trust it", no, no no no