Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

Yeah, you pour wax on the table, uh huh, and you set it on
Uh, yeah, you
This that dope boy shit,
Ya me, fuck wit ya

Your reign on the top, short leprechauns
I came through in drops, and heavy charms
And I came from the block, was flawless ex-cons
And we aimin' them glocks, of course, to bomb

Now I done a custy cop four pies of the same gear
I also seen a cop four rides in the same year
The concrete jungle, no to swing from
weed and gettin' drunk and heaters gettin' dumped

Or hit the highway, nigga, up in the trunk
Back up in the city with skeezers in the trunk
I ain't a but I do my dirt, dawg
Drop top 'Cedes better when it murk off

I got it swayin' to the lane
a nigga coughin' 'cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes, mothafucka, the boys are back my vest
And I'm up with my boys in back, fucka

You want it with them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my niggas richer
Bet mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his ass in the coffin

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now back

Ah man, Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same hoodie, ya same fo' fifth again
Bitches likin' me but now they on my dick again
See me in that Aston with my chain

Yeah, I'm off the chrome, yeah, I'm 'bout to off your dome
a mother and a father, kids go to foster homes
Yeah, I like to floss the chrome, nigga, leave the alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' with a cost for

Homie, they don't call me Ruger for
Back out on bitch niggas, get that Ruger to dumpin'
So run up on me, nigga, you know I stay with it
G'd up from my beef and brocks, to the A's, fitted

That's the bottom to the top, you the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's you coppin' or you not
Nigga, jets is off and you stuck on the curb
D I P, B G, fuck what you

You don't want it with niggas
While you steady bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we scorin'
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
Even four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now shoot back, now shoot

We all in the ride, I ain't talkin' like the elderly
Yak we drive, like we rollin' fuckin' felony
Trap to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's to get by
why we puff hella weed

But if this high come down
I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky gon' come
I air, top of the ride, gon' come down
And I swear I stay fly when I out

Jewled up in ice, that that dude like
430 with the bluish lights
Got the coupe, bright, but we shoot dice
For my niggas on the Eastside, is true life

You don't want it with niggas
While you haters bitchin', my niggas gettin' richer
Bet you're mad 'cause we ballin', bet you're mad 'cause we
If he get outta line, put his punk ass in the

Nigga, we the regime, Byrdgang, we the
four in sedan, I'm swervin' in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, on the roof
Now back, now shoot back