Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

Every time I stop, like look at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They damn
They pointin', they
They like

time I stop, hoes like look at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', they
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They damn

Ricky Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
Slide batches think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
hate me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a drive
Half a pound two stacks, a unit 10-5
I out here by Sully so you know a hustler been fly

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', pointin'
like damn

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
car I drive, niggas want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They damn
They pointin', pointin'
like damn

My some'n serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace but a nigga still trippin'
I'm Lionel high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
Never marry a hoes, I marry checks
how you stay on top, missionary sex
Rubberband business, know you heard of
I got the town talkin, know you of that
None less than ten figures, you know what I'm
Record sales, money, not including merch'
Club of bitches, pocket full of Franks
Blunt of weed, cup full of drank
Me raw dog, ain't no way in hell
I risk my life it be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, we go show and tell
And I'm that pussy like I'm fresh out of jail

Every time I stop, hoes like at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', pointin'
like damn
They pointin', pointin'
like damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
pointin', they pointin'
They like

park while I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I might let your ho drive it
Lil' hair pullin' man I rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't passed a drug test
You know my lingo baby let's
So I got a dollars worth of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These Air Max but make a check
took me out the streets but it's still in me
I been sellin' work since we had Bill
I'm the of the streets so they still listen
On the of the milk carton, ceiling missing

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas one of them
They pointin', they
They damn
They pointin', they
They damn

Every time I stop, like look at him
Every car I drive, niggas want one of
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
like damn