Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Got No Dough

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Bet I you a believer
Fever, you catch when you see her
Cheater, that be you your beeper 911
Never Eve stressin' for lovin'
I don't none

her, two seater
Look at you nigga, like you need her
You run blocks your Henney on the rocks
You don't think I see you wiling, thirsty want the cock
Let you lick for a minute I slide off
Get you mad, holla no smokey off

Stressing me, you ain't me
With '96 Rolley glistening and impressing me
Hear me though, a job need a resume, ready though
'Cause my time is like
You got petty dough and I'm to let you know
My time is priceless, so if you iceless, baby gotta go

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, can't buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

Ain't got no
Broke ass niggas ain't got flow
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

Yo, yo
You can say I'm blessed, I
Niggas like 'em flashy a F50
I go, go-tee I'll blow, H Y dro
Keep 'em in the club
screaming y'all don't know

Hear me, bitches me
licking out your tongue, wanna swallow me
Wanna pile on me, never put no on me
Better stop
Wanna see me beggin' for your
Bet I doubt

lookin' at?
Still to me think you pushin' it?
Know you cat run
'Cause bitch is gonna bite
I don't the fire, grab it, choke it, hold it down
it ruff ride

I can give you you need or give you what you like
But the pay is of the low
So this pussy stride
Wishin' you could touch me, me
Listen up you ain't ready for the bed
to give it up

Ain't got no
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, y'all buy shit
See me in the club to impress this

got no dough
Broke ass niggas ain't got cash
Y'all know, can't buy shit
See me in the trying to impress this

Yo, yo, Swizz got locked
time I drop, shit's hot
Think not and it don't
This bitch top
Ya'll keep
the back baby while your team keep flockin'

Tryna to my ass
You got the strength to mount this stallion, I pass
Whiling out I
You're that type of thug that's about they
out that cash
Long line of credit 'cause I my thug to last

See they like it when I talk
Dough stack, cut backs, we want that
Frontin' but you flaunt
whatcha want, black
Cheap stack, keep
Fake money nigga, thug

We need that, what's that all about
I can see you from a mile running at the
poppin' out
Claimin' you's a type of nigga, cut it out
an average type of cat
No money, no

When Missy flow I give y'all fever, yo, if your bitch is
You don't her, feed her to a wild pack of cheetahs
Yo, I let y'all bitches see I'm off the meter,
Me and Eve give ya seizures, know I put your down
On their knees, eat up, then we treat you skeezers
Yo, let me, let me a quick breather

Yo, do smell them trees?
Do you hear them Swizz Beats?
Oh do you feel the Missy?
Well where you roll wit me? Me?
One-two, Misdemeanor, yeah, yeah,
Motherfucker now what?