Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

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

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

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches I'm hecka rich
Breakin' necks, heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
Countin' so much bread I got Carpal
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, like a
They me on the outside, love me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat while I let a friend
Half a pound two stacks, half a 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you a hustler been fly

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

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

My pockets serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that nigga got cheese than a philly
Shoelace tied but a still trippin'
I'm Richie high, I'm dancin' on the ceiling
Never marry a hoes, I just marry
how you stay on top, missionary sex
Rubberband business, know you of that
I got the talkin, know you scurred of that
None less ten figures, you know what I'm worth
Record sales, money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, pocket of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup full of
Me going raw dog, no way in hell
Before I risk my life it be a cold day in
But bitch it off, here we go show 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
They pointin', they
like damn

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

Parallel park I'm ghost riding
Black diamonds man I'm profiling
I'm so fly man I need a
So I might let your ho drive it
Lil' hair man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never a drug test
You know my lingo baby mingle
So I got a thousand worth of singles
I got racks in the of my camels
Still, still won't her Nathaniel
Life a gamble so I had to a bet
These Air Max but make a check
took 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 of the milk carton, ceiling missing

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

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