Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

Every I stop, hoes like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They like

Like Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Jennifer
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads the exorcist
up like the like button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
so much bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
They me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend
Half a pound two stacks, a unit 10-5
I stay out by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', they
They like
They pointin', they
They damn

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
They damn

My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a
Main that nigga got more cheese a philly
Shoelace tied but a nigga still
I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm on the ceiling
Never marry a hoes, I just marry
how you stay on top, missionary sex
Rubberband business, know you of that
I got the talkin, know you scurred of that
None less than ten figures, you know what I'm
Record sales, show money, not merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup full of
Me going raw dog, ain't no way in
Before I risk my it be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, here we go and tell
And I'm fuckin' that pussy I'm fresh out of jail

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They damn
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
They damn

Parallel park I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I need a
So I let your damn ho drive it
hair pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a drug
You know my lingo baby mingle
So I got a thousand worth of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
Life a so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
They me out the streets but it's still in me
I been sellin' work since we had Clinton
I'm the of the streets so they still listen
On the of the milk carton, ceiling missing

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
pointin', they pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
They like

Every time I stop, hoes look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', they
They like
They pointin', they
They like