Luyện nghe bài hát Do It To Em

I will creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the when that gun in your face
We didn't come for no we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I got that smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons, and they all the shit
them boys to your home, if you play with my chips
They come in shoot them choppas bullet shoot through them bricks
Come in up your house, come and spray up your whip
I need my nigga, save them games for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you outta luck
I play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

I see ya got some haters, money a do it
do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it get it, I got money to do it

Take your home then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school she ain't fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler a fan on a ho
me take her out the club, and drop some bands on that ho (Bandz a make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy that bitch heels
I keep her up nigga that's a happy meal
of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can turn a girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin' on the
No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she ho
Fuckin' with them broke niggas, so what is you
Need to get mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it get it, I got money to do it

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do some stands for change, yeah a money do it
If I want a dead, yeah money a do it
If I it I'ma get it, I got money to do it

Fuck niggas want to go to war
Got a AK and a nose
em up, he talkin' shit
With a ski mask on, and I'm shit
in the door, and I leave 'em dead
With a aim so precise, two to the head
One for the money, two for the
Lord forgive, but I mean I said
All in house, and I'm looking for dope
I got to get paid or else no hope
And Juicy J throw with some Taylors on the
Best believe a pimp nigga ain't broke
Ride in the car a body in the trunk
niggas deep, and we rollin' up a blunt
Straight to Mississippi, off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you niggas gotta me
You niggas don't, wanna die, chest out, and acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that apart
it G, my G
Or you could meet your makers, count stackin'
I was in Jamaica, alibis
I be flyin' by down I'm flying high
ass niggas gotta die
If they mad I'ma let them try
I could a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggas ridin' me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga
Memphis fool strapped up with a tool
Police pulled me over play it cool
I going to jail (No sir)
I shoot and I run, that's how a post bail