Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

What up up what up, yeah!
Eve, do it again!

Yeah, it's the Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I wave it and leave
motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch brain

He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the
Shootin' niggas if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is
And the got a glass roof

The got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I through, fuck around and I'ma blast you
Do I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, a phone I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my
Another 20 more engine niggas my tools
I got a gun, you need to fo'
Fuck you yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then next the toast
K to the R Double R
Send mad cowards on way to Allah

E V E, Double R
First lady, I just point, they
Ryde or Die, R What
Better keep your right by your side

I gave you the flows
On top of that, I made niggas set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than you to death
'Cause listenin' is like when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' you start bleedin'
And the was against us before we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel South Beach
You got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

S be the ghost, R What
First the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on they way to

E V E, Double R
First lady, I point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, R What
keep your hammer right by your side

I'm a savage
Ain't nobody close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the
And can't nobody sit and coach shit
You feelin' lucky? then me, shit

I'm like the glass, you just the bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in rock, shit

of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is
close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too

Damn, I gotchu in a box
You feelin' trapped, got stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it
I know you mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with
on!

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then come the toast
K to the R, Double R
Send mad cowards on they way to

E V E, R What
First lady, I just point, they
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better your hammer right by your side