Luyện nghe bài hát Do What Playas Do

Uhh (uhh)
Wanna blow? (wanna ) pretty tone (pretty tone)
Suave (suave house) eightball (eightball) tony draper (draper)
All out (all out), (murder)
Harlem (harlem world), problem 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, pimp hard, court
the ice, hand to waves all spinnin
Or I can get in, to some thug shit
Armed robbery, slash, drug shit
Peel slugs quick, cause I'm
I can ice grill, but I'm worse I smile
Expert style, y'all give hoes cash
All I give em, is dick and coke in they ass
Bitch, move that, playa, true dat
Niggaz catch feelings, when they say, "who dat? "
Representin the bronx, to the dirty south
Spittin flows, with my dirty mouth
We got it all, from to eightballs
Yeah we players, and refs, we make

Chorus: (repeat 2x)

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

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

Sauve motherfucker, all out motherfucker
Wanna blow motherfucker? team nigga til I'm low
Yo, I from o-t to o-c to all the paper
Leads to then ? the gators
If ain't about the money call me later
How many niggaz talk benzes? seen one
Not videos and picture shit, those don't
I'm the nigga talkin millions and, own the
Mr. frosty, the nigga never for chips
When the on the line bitch I roll trips
Cut a off for a week and let her know what she miss
Hundred grand worth of nigga glow on my wrist
Bought a just to go with the six
When I flip for these chips, shit is never a bitch
You got nerve, I can give a kiler one word, get em
You will see how many niggaz him
I put in the air let the shit 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
Live a lifestyle rarely told, what you know
Floatin down eighth, gettin head in the
You had, like that you wouldn't be measurin those
You motherfuckin sold, barely gold
Niggaz it rough I send it back the same way it came
You ain't dissin me until you say my name,