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
Y'all motherfuckin' extra
Here's the game, I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

He looked a when he drove the taxi in the hallway
niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is
And the Porsche got a glass

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of too
See me when I pass through, fuck and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, to get my math too
I a message, ain't 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'
you bring yo' man fo'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

Scared of Huh, we goin' get rid of you
the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs by me, so why try me
They cop me but they too sloppy

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

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

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