Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

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

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

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
a hammer, Thor
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm hecka
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the
Thumbs up like the button
good, no rib touchin'
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
They hate me on the outside, me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend
a pound 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 want one of
pointin', they pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
like damn

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

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

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

Parallel 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
out, I ain't never passed a drug test
You know my lingo let's mingle
So I got a thousand worth of singles
I got in the cargo of my camels
Still, still won't give her
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
took me out the streets but it's still in me
I sellin' work since we had Bill Clinton
I'm the voice of the streets so they still
On the back of the milk carton, ceiling

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

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