Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push Impalas and
(Believe daddy)
flat no creases
(Believe daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya Bentley got them
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

up in the front
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a trunk of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's hoes like
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do I wanna push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block got that work to move

It's Weezy baby, and from the Dirty South
Get up your dope, I'm birdies out
thirty in my mouth, so I can say
Fuck you, bitch, you still got a dirty mouth
The hood ain't got over the drout
So you should sleep on your roof, just to watch ya house
Nigga, we the cost of my watch over ya house
I'm a boss man, I watch over the

Jazze Pha, let's hop in the
(Lamborghini)
by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you family
My boys to pull them blammies, and big pimp
Mami dick 'til she pull your hammy, homey
You know we only, it gangsta
Deep in the Range, 17 in the
All I need is my banger, it's Weezy
This is over somebody cue me

Push and Caprice's
(Believe that, daddy)
Starch no creases
(Believe that, daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe that, daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya Bentley got hoes
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, shoot a
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them 20's on ya
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
bitch, bow-leg
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go ways
(Believe that, daddy)

up in the front
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a full of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's what hoes
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do cause I wanna a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the on the block that got that work to move

You wanna play wit me, I touch you, man
ya man in a tussle, but y'all don't see me
Y'all can't me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I on Martin, call me hustle, man
And now y'all I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to that thunder
That rumble in the side of ya stomach, on water
How do you it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
High with water, how do you it, man?

Ay, I towed a lot of tullies dun, I den broke a lot of dun
I den drove a lot of QP's from, here and there on the
For the gotta move his son
And I you how to do this, son
That's, boy Weezy We, CMB, Bitach, and ya stunned

Impalas and Caprice's
(Believe that, daddy)
Starch no creases
(Believe that, daddy)
Got work, you a D boy
(Believe that, daddy)
You a H O T Boy
(Believe that, daddy)

Do ya Bentley got them
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, that weed smell in yo
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, a hundred
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got 20's on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the gator
(Believe that, daddy)
bitch, bow-leg
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

up in the front
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a full of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause that's what like
(Believe that, daddy)

Now I do it for the ladies, do it for the
I do cause I push a cat-eye Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block that got that work to