Luyện nghe bài hát Hey Y'all

Yeah, yeah, Eve
And you know, you better

I keep some chuck's on my feet on my legs
full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread
Sliding through system, banging, bobbing heads
mines and I don't care what other niggaz saying

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, huh, niggas got you head nodding
And this got the drums from your ears throbbing
Known to do it, baby bubblin', do 'chu stop it
Love when bitches you, hear 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, it nice and loud
Can't block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon TV

never stuck up off the freezyness
Same bitch, same pitch, ridiculous
Want this brown girl, I see you thug your lips
Gotta have that bombshell, girl, I need you for me

Keep on the both sides, we in the church
On these niggas getting smoke ties, domino playing up
that they legalize but fuck it still choke top down
Baby blowing smoke in the sky, on

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

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

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

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

Taste ain't the same, for the simple brain
Should'a never let me learn millions really mean
Yeah, I'm a girl but really don't want simple things
Keep real doggs close, cats with simple brains

Not for the collision, stay up in your lane
East Coast, West Coast, you don't fuckin' think
to you, baby, keep your gangsta lean
You gots to be my queen I'm the Bigg King

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

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

Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast
All my doggs, we could
We 'bout to some bank roll
Everywhere 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
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