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 wave it and
Y'all extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, man can catch your brain

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

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

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

S be the ghost, Double R
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
First lady, I just point, they
or Die, Double R What
Better keep your right by your side

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

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

in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a
Nigga I get my you in the pump kinda 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 got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

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

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

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' it
Angry at the public, me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in rock, shit

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

Damn, I gotchu in a box
You feelin' trapped, got stomach 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, Double R
First come the hawk, then next come the
K to the R, Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

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