Luyện nghe bài hát Do U Potna

I'm a do me

I'm a do me

You niggas talkin
But they pockets
We spendin money, gettin money, nothin in
Chasin a hundred mil, gon let nothin intervene
Respect the busters gon do that by any means
Haters I mean
Put this on
They say I start a lot of shit, I say I finish
Just like some cream
I go in mouth
And a limousine, I stretch a nigga out
This ain't what you want now you better take a different
I ain't Bankhead? bitch nigga what is about
Used to bound you see me oh we dissin now?
Ay stop the listen dude I come get wit you now
But once them sing
Just know its not a
We things just like
You hear em sayin that about me, I'm sayin this
New orleans niggas in ya face, you sayin shit
you say you get
30 mil in six years? listen Forbes put down for 20, that was this
And get this clear, just between you and me
apology was BET not for DTP, I'm doin me

You do you
And I'm do me
You do you
I'm do me

If you
Talkin bout you ain't talkin bout shit
You wasnt on the waitin and you ain't ridin in shit
You pick a watch that cost a 100, then you wasted yo
If you think you can do me you out yo mutha fuckin
go
These niggas insane, straight fooled
A half a dollar car and some house shoes
Call the dealership... like tricked me
Then why the you put my engine where my truck be
I'm throwin franklins... I don't need
a pound every week like I don't need lungs
Buy em whole and sellin retail
I'm talkin seafood... yeah fish
I said I'm so hot... but my cool
So rooms that it look like a high school
Speakin of school... I never passed that
right here... now where da cash at?

You do you (and what)
And I'm do me (ay)
You do you (and what)
I'm do me (ok)
Wanna see how its
Then me do me (ay)
Wanna see how its
watch me do me (yeah)

I'm the big homie... get use to me
You ain't even close to what I used to be
You imaginary rappers swear to GOD you moved a key
While swore to me..i know yall ain't street
I gets MONEY... dawg
I leave you stinkin in the well thats my grave yard
I to figure if you mel gibs or nasty nas
I know where these rappers got this brave hearts
Cause that yak-up tear apart any heart
So you suckas click-clack about wit GOD
You rappers need to stick yo thumb out and a hike
I see more man... in a dike
Fuck what you like... ain't a blind date
You tryna read like a blind, you feel yo way
me nigga I'm eat til I'm obese
I'm mr. cocane now me do me