Luyện nghe bài hát Believe That

Push and Caprice's
(Believe daddy)
Starch 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 hoes?
(Believe that, daddy)
That's, weed smell in yo clothes
(Believe that, daddy)
Bet a hundred, a hundred
(Believe that, daddy)
my block, I run it
(Believe that, daddy)

Got them 20's on ya
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(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 trunk of bump
(Believe that, daddy)
Got cribs, cars, bikes,
(Believe that, daddy)
'Cause what 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 on the block that got that work to move

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

Jazze Pha, hop in the Lammy
(Lamborghini)
Stop by Sammy, chill in the hood, you good, you
My boys like to them blammies, and big pimp
Mami suck dick 'til she pull your hammy,
You know we only, it gangsta
in the Range, 17 in the chamber
All I need is my banger, nigga Weezy
This shit is over cue me

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, 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 20's on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(Believe that, daddy)
Fine bitch,
(Believe that, daddy)
And she go both
(Believe that, daddy)

Slugged up in the
(Believe that, daddy)
Got a trunk 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 wanna push a Mercedes
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the block that got work to move

You wanna play wit me, I touch you, man
Lose ya man in a tussle, but y'all see me
Y'all hear me, this a def jam, call me Russell, man
I played on Martin, me hustle, man
And now know I'm the yee-yo muscle, man
But on the under, I got that wonder, to stop that
That rumble in the of ya stomach, piled on water
How do you it, come through in a Coupe powder blue or
with water, how do you want 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 nigga move his son
And I you how to do this, son
That's, boy Weezy We, CMB, Bitach, and ya stunned

Push Impalas and
(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 got them hoes
(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 them on ya ride
(Believe that, daddy)
Got the inside
(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 full of
(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 cause I wanna push a cat-eye
I do it for my dudes, do it for my
All the niggas on the that got that work to move