Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

What up up what up, yeah!
Eve, do it again!

Yeah, the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't it and leave
Y'all extra lame
Here's the game, I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

He looked a hero when he the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is
And the Porsche got a roof

The got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I have to, to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they I bruise
50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 engine niggas know my tools
I got a gun, you to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo' man

S be the ghost, Double R
First come the hawk, then next come the
K to the R R what
Send mad on they way to Allah

E V E, R What
lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, R What
Better keep your hammer right by your

I gave you the best
On top of that, I even made set goals
I know how many bullets can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or the tech holes

My dirty crew hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start
And the odds was against us we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the

Play the block with the Royal 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel South Beach
You ain't got a ride, a cab
Ya' is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

S be the ghost, R What
come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, R what
Send mad cowards on they way to

E V E, R What
First lady, I just point, squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better keep your hammer right by your

I'm a bitch
nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and the shit
And can't nobody sit and this shit
You feelin' then aproach me, shit

I'm the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, do nothin' 'bout it
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

Scared of Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but too sloppy

Damn, I gotchu in a box
You feelin' trapped, got stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it
I know you gettin' mad 'cause luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with
on!

S be the ghost, R What
come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, R what
Send mad on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R
First lady, I just point, squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
keep your hammer right by your side