Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

Yeah, it's the Jada and Eve
I my shit, I don't wave it and leave
motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch brain

He a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and I'ma you
Do I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, a phone I use

I my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas my tools
I got a gun, you need to fo'
you bring yo' man fo'?

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

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

I you the best flows
On top of that, I made niggas set goals
I wanna know how many can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the holes

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

Niggas in the hood give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the

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

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then come the toast
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, Double R
Better keep your hammer right by your

I'm a bitch
Ain't nobody gettin' to this
And ain't flipped and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit and coach this
You lucky? then aproach me, shit

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

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

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your up
I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with mutts
on!

S be the ghost, R What
First come the hawk, then come the toast
K to the R, Double R
mad cowards on they way to Allah

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