Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

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

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

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
through batches think I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the
Thumbs up like the button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' with a bundle, never
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 I let a friend drive
Half a two stacks, half a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you know a been fly

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

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

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

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

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

park while I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm racial
I'm so fly man I need a
So I might let damn ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't passed a drug test
You my lingo baby let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, still won't give her
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but a check
They me out the streets but it's still in me
I been sellin' since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so still listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

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

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