Luyện nghe bài hát Double R What

What up up what 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, your man can your brain

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

The blunt got a live haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and blast you
Do what I to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my
Another 20 more niggas 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, then next the toast
K to the R Double R
Send mad on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R
lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better keep your right by your side

I you the best flows
On top of that, I even made set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the holes

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

Niggas in the don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the 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 with NY, get my from South Beach
You got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the and smash, uh

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

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

I'm a bitch
Ain't nobody gettin' close to
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the
And can't nobody sit and coach shit
You feelin' 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
at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in rock, shit

of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, shit is pitiful
close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too

Damn, I stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck mutts
on!

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

E V E, Double R
First lady, I point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R
Better keep your right by your side