Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Y'all

Yeah, yeah, Eve
And you know, you better

I some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs
Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm bread
Sliding through your system, banging, heads
Doing mines and I don't what other niggaz saying

They can pop it but they can't it, boy, I'm getting mine
Selling up in this bitch like Calvin Klein
Getting cuties to shake they booty at the same
I'd be if I go back to jail for the same crime

I'm too slick to get up in this dirty game
I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the game
Crip hoping I got it on the boulevard
Man, I ain't fucking Chevy's, I got my own car

D O double, you don't rumble, why you testing me?
Oh, I know, you must be off them ecstasy
Bad habits, you better kick it it get you loc
And try to get yourself on this chronic smoke
Fo'

Hey y'all, from East to West Coast
All my doggs, we smoke
We 'bout to take some bank
that I go

Man, I see the hoes
I know already know
Yeah, we it real raw
Snoop, Eve and Nate Dogg

Uh, huh, these niggas got you nodding
And this chick got the from your ears throbbing
Known to do it, baby bubblin', do dare stop it
Love when bitches hate you, the song pimps, ain't nothing to me

Got my nigga, Snoop, he down
As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in
Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and
Can't me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV

Ain't never stuck up off the
Same bitch, pitch, nothing ridiculous
Want this girl, I see you thug lick your lips
Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I you for me

love on the both sides, we in the church
On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino up here
Praying that they legalize but fuck it choke top down
Baby smoke in the sky, come on

Hey y'all, doggs from East to Coast
All my doggs, we smoke
We 'bout to take bank roll
Everywhere I go

Man, I see the same
I know they know
Yeah, we like it raw
Snoop, Eve and Nate Dogg

Now, when you see me up in the club
(It nothin')
Uh, six fall up on
(It nothin')

Huh, up blueberry buds
(It nothing)
And every hood showing nothing but
(It nothing)

buds ain't the same, for the simple brain
Should'a let me learn what millions really mean
Yeah, I'm a simple girl but really don't want simple
Keep real doggs close, hate with simple brains

Not ready for the collision, up in your lane
East Coast, West Coast, you still don't fuckin'
Dedicated to you, baby, your gangsta lean
You gots to be my 'cause I'm the Bigg King

The one with the house with the Bigg things
Eve, you blessed the whole scene
You're the queen of the team, with cream, you're so
A blessin' in the skies, up your eyes

Me and you together, shit, we gon' the vibes
Exercise and go where we go, stay fly
Sho' and original, up your stereo
'Cause we go, here we go

Hey y'all, doggs from East to Coast
All my doggs, we smoke
We to take some bank roll
that I go

Man, I see the hoes
I know they know
Yeah, we it real raw
Snoop, Evie Eve and Dogg

It ain't
It ain't
It ain't
It nothing