Luyện nghe bài hát Weed, Hoes, Dough

I'm pushin for the single yo,
Yo the door, uh huh
Ya heard, uh, uh
C'mon,
Y'all know who it is, or I say what it is
Uh, uh

1]
All drag do is bitches, and drain his body
Kickin out the bed and sleep next to a shottie
A bitch'll never get me pump, I niggas pump iv
I'm the type to follow the wit a midget drivin me
Make them think the car itself, and I'm in the passenger seat
Signal lights, stashbox, a of d
Drag dash, I'm to be
On, this rap shit is like a to me
I wear it cracks in my sleeves
So I it on, don't never take my jacket off 'cause my shit be gone
What are you, your mind?
It took my time to cut these
So I dump drug a few minds, so don't make me bust a few nines
Dip the t t in watch the shoe shine
Slip in the tunnel with a banger in my
All it takes is the finger to a sour sit, linger
Double r is hard, the rest of y'all is r & b

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That's we smokin up

That's what we up

That's what we up
all we know about

2]
I got more bullets in my clip, than got in chip
I got more bitches dick, than niggas smokin niks
I got more shit up in my whip, than most got in cribs
I got more, of raw while y'all tryin to stop wars
nigga lock your doors
I'll through with the locksmith and pop it
With the 4 and show y'all what a mouth's for
I got black steel, steel, wheels, I mean wheelchair
'cause drag is fair, it's all real here
I own more buildings on my block, than real estate, ave
Hit ten I'm tryin to see mils like billy gates
'cause me in philly dutches
Me and eve, stuck off the trees, got her laughin off bitches'
Double r, pop niggas, make niggas
come to me my top rock's been asleep
Seven foot bouncers to be six feet, under me
Now that's a foot left, you shouldn't have took step

3]
I know y'all wish woulda, shoulda, coulda
Didda, getta, gotta, guns we it then pop it
'em holler and swallow
Niggas stop it, catch it, all up in his
I'm not a stingy nigga, I'll let a have it
Hate that go away, lookin like white coke
Sit in the sun long, back like french toast
Hair was up, now is down, are black, now is brown
Used to frown, now you smile, nigga must have you now
from bikes to the car, from the cars to the boat
Went from keys to the coke, from coke to the dope
from cracks to the raps, went from bats to the gats
Went from slums to the stats, been to and back
Me 'cause I rap, I can't do it
I went from muggin to payin niggas to do it
It's all the same
I got cake on cake, 'cause I went pow to pow
Wit my family, two r's, or die