Luyện nghe bài hát Do It To Em

I come creeping through your hood with that gun on my waist
Tell me what's the procedure when gun in your face
We didn't come for no we just out here gettin' money
Out here fucking hoes my youngins servin' them junkies
I got partners smoke, I got bitches that sniff
I got killers and goons, and all with the shit
Send them boys to your home, if you play my chips
They gon' come in shoot them choppas bullet through them bricks
Come in shoot up your house, come and up your whip
I need money my nigga, save games for your bitch
Catch you out on the town, then you shit outta
I play in Milwaukee, but I been bout my buck, hold up

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, a money do it
If I a nigga dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

I see ya got haters, yeah money a do it
Shawty do some stands for some change, yeah a do it
If I want a dead, yeah money a do it
If I want it get it, I got money to do it

Take your bitch then I'm all up in that pussy
Old school pimpin' she fuckin' with no rookie
Juicy J be cooler a fan on a ho
Watch me take her out the club, and drop some on that ho (Bandz a make her dance)
Buy that bitch a bag, buy bitch some heels
I keep her up nigga that's a happy meal
of codeine in my Styrofoam cup
I can a church girl into a stone cold slut
Bad red bone, puttin' on the
No I'm not gon' wife her cuz she ho
Fuckin' with them niggas, so what is you thinkin'?
to get your mind right, bitch, and come get these Franklins

I see ya got haters, yeah money a do it
do some stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah a do it
If I want it get it, I got money to do it

I see ya got some haters, yeah a do it
Shawty do stands for some change, yeah a money do it
If I want a nigga dead, yeah a do it
If I want it I'ma get it, I got to do it

niggas don't want to go to war
Got a AK and a snub
Shut em up, he talkin'
With a ski on, and I'm poppin' shit
Kick in the door, and I leave 'em
With a aim so precise, two to the head
One for the money, two for the
Lord forgive, but I mean what I
All in your house, and I'm for dope
I got to get paid or else no hope
And Juicy J throw with Taylors on the boat
Best believe a pimp ain't goin broke
in the car with a body in the trunk
Three deep, and we rollin' up a blunt
to Mississippi, sweatin' off a pilly
Crazy as hell, you gotta kill me
You niggas don't, die, chest out, and they acting hard
Calico, and a 45, hollow tips, that apart
it G, my G
Or you could your makers, body count stackin'
I was in Jamaica, alibis
I be by bitin' down I'm flying high
ass niggas gotta die
If they mad then let them try
I could a door, or I could snatch a nigga
My niggas with me, and they yellin' let's crack a nigga
North Memphis fool strapped up a tool
pulled me over I'ma play it cool
I going to jail (No sir)
I and I run, that's how a nigga post bail