Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

Every time I stop, hoes 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, want one of them
They pointin', pointin'
They like
They pointin', they
They like

Like Ricky Ross, I'm hustlin'
Gettin' off weight (like who?) Hudson
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches think I'm hecka
Breakin' necks, turnin' heads like the
Thumbs up the like button
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' a bundle, never fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
paint (from where?) Maaco
Beige, a potato
They hate me on the outside, me in the inside
Suck me in the back seat I let a friend drive
Half a pound two stacks, a unit 10-5
I stay out here by Sully so you a hustler been fly

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

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

My pockets serious, mansion on a hilly
Main that nigga got more cheese 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 town talkin, know you of that
None less than ten figures, you know I'm worth
sales, show money, not including merch'
Club full of bitches, full of Franks
Blunt full of weed, cup of drank
Me going raw dog, ain't no way in
I risk my life it be a cold day in hell
But bitch take it off, here we go show and
And I'm fuckin' that pussy I'm fresh out of jail

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

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

Parallel park while I'm riding
Black diamonds man I'm profiling
I'm so fly man I need a
So I might let your damn ho it
hair pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I ain't never passed a test
You know my lingo baby mingle
So I got a thousand dollars of singles
I got racks in the cargo of my
Still, won't give her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but a check
took me out the streets but it's still in me
I been sellin' work we had Bill Clinton
I'm the of the streets so they still listen
On the of the milk carton, ceiling missing

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

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