Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

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

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

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

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

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my
Another 20 more engine 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, next come the toast
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, R What
Better your hammer right by your side

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

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

Niggas in the hood don't give a if you rich
Or drunk with the C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the in the trunk

Play the block with the Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck NY, get my diesel 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, Double R
First come the hawk, next come the toast
K to the R, R what
mad cowards 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 side

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

I'm like the glass, you just the bitch, under me!
You make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, 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
the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in
I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I fuck with mutts
on!

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

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