Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna ) pretty tone (pretty tone)
Suave house (suave house) (eightball) tony draper (draper)
All out (all out), (murder)
Harlem world (harlem world), children (problem children)
niggaz got problems (y'all niggaz got problems)
Uhh (uhh) uhh (uhh) yo (yo)

Now I can play with hoes, or spray four-fours
Whatever the situation, may for
I can sport linen, hard, court women
Have the ice, hand to waves all
Or I can get in, to real thug shit
Armed robbery, slash, deal shit
slugs quick, cause I'm versatile
I can ice grill, but I'm worse I smile
Expert with style, y'all hoes cash
All I give em, is dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, playa, true dat
Niggaz catch feelings, when they chick say, "who "
Representin the bronx, to the dirty south
Spittin drug flows, my dirty mouth
We got it all, grams to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we make

eightball (repeat 2x)

Now everybody wanna do what a do
But everybody can't do what a do
(I see you playa) all in the mix
I see you playa (yeah I got my tight)

Bring it to niggaz I don't be on my literary
Sick when I'm gone off that jane first mary
Eightball, ain't no other like this brother
Crazy motherfucker, pooh booty duster
Never been a point or a hoe saver
Just a craver, suave house assassinator
To the dirt, and we gon' put that on the house
Gold in the shit, straight south shit
Orange slow the flow down to pull the fo'-pound
a hoe down, and fall up in the club to' down
I like dirty hoes, down to get buck for a dollar
Thick yella cinderella, hair shop
Pimp shit, and i'ma keep it straight age+
Every year, the book of life to a new page
Kick rhymes hotter texas in july
Suave house playa til the day I die, uhh

Sauve house motherfucker, all out
Wanna motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low motherfucker
Yo, I went from o-t to o-c to all the
to fatigue then ? the gators
If ain't about the money nigga? me later
How many talk benzes? seen them one
Not and picture shit, those don't count
I'm the nigga talkin millions and, own the
Mr. frosty, the nigga never fold for
When the on the line bitch I roll trips
Cut a bitch off for a week and let her know she miss
Hundred grand of shit nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a range to go with the six
When I flip for these chips, shit is over a bitch
You got nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em
You will see how niggaz miss him
I put pellets in the air let the hit em
Put the gun inside his mouth and let the clip him
Shit you drive all tinted, I put my in it
Won't, stop your bank, ain't money in it
a lifestyle rarely told, what you know about
Floatin eighth, gettin head in the rolls
You had, money like that you be measurin those
You motherfuckin barely sold, gold
Niggaz send it rough I send it back the way it came
You ain't dissin me until you say my name,