Luyện nghe bài hát They Point

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

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

Like Ross, everyday I'm hustlin'
off weight (like who?) Jennifer Hudson
Pack a hammer,
Shooter,
Slide through batches I'm hecka rich
necks, turnin' heads like the exorcist
Thumbs up like the like
Eatin' good, no rib
Runnin' with a bundle, fumble
Countin' so bread I got Carpal tunnel
Stock (from where?) Maaco
Beige, a potato
They hate me on the outside, me in the inside
Suck me in the seat while 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

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

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

My pockets some'n serious, mansion on a
Main that got more cheese than a philly
Shoelace but a nigga still trippin'
I'm Lionel Richie high, I'm on the ceiling
Never a hoes, I just marry checks
That's how you on top, missionary sex
Rubberband business, know you of that
I got the town talkin, know you scurred of
None less than ten figures, you what I'm worth
Record sales, show money, not including
Club full of bitches, pocket full of
Blunt full of weed, cup full of
Me going raw dog, ain't no way in
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' that pussy like I'm out of jail

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

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

Parallel park while I'm ghost
diamonds man I'm racial profiling
I'm so fly man I a co-pilot
So I let your damn ho drive it
Lil' pullin' man I like rough sex
Dropped out, I never passed a drug test
You my lingo baby let's mingle
So I got a thousand dollars worth of
I got in the cargo of my camels
Still, still won't her Nathaniel
a gamble so I had to make a bet
These ain't Air Max but make a
They took me out the streets but still in me
I been sellin' work since we had Bill
I'm the voice of the streets so they listen
On the back of the carton, ceiling missing

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

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