Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Wax

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't want it them niggas
While you haters steady bitchin', my gettin' richer
Bet mad 'cause 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 in the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the
Now back, now shoot back

We all strapped in the ride, I talkin' like the elderly
Yak when we drive, like we fuckin' felony
to survive, get the buck, sellin' keys, it's hard to get by
That's why we puff weed

But if high don't come down
I feel the walls spinnin' like the sky come down
I need air, top of the ride, gon' come
And I I stay fly when I jump out

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

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

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