Luyện nghe bài hát Dis Ain't What You Want

[Verse 1: Ross]
I got links, Santa Ria
In the hood no shirt, no
Aaron Hernandez with a verse, no plea
Gave bitch a new purse, new V12
It is trickin' if worth more than [?]
Niggas screenshot all your emails
Told people now your hot
All your females, devices on your car, all details
Youngens watching how I get it I [?]
I'm in my in my [?]
Nothing less than a brick but to his own
Better ask them other niggas this ain't you want

[Hook: Lil
Tell me what's it be, this ain't what you want
I call it how I see it, so ain't what you want
I'm on the road doing so well, this ain't what you want
Cause the road you can't go I know, this what you want
I hear them niggas after me, this ain't you want
And I guarantee this ain't what you
I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you
I wrap 'em up we get a dark car, ain't what you want

[Verse 2: Montana]
the ruler, spent 150 on a bueller
How you gon' rob the
How you shoot the shooter
Niggas rappin' a [?]
But them cars no at
Best where your killers at nigga
LeBron James I Trinidad nigga
300 with my nigga Durk
Coke boy niggas put you in a
Chi niggas put you on a shirt
NY I'm the one my
You can hate don't my nigga
With Trump in the trunk my nigga
Wanna buy a car no lease
Number one hip hop
Coke boys [?]
[?]
This ain't what you
I know them streets is
I'm bumpin' Hov where you

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[Verse 3: Lil
Niggas claim they're after me, but this ain't what they want
Cause I hopped into industry, this ain't what they want
See this rap ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want
I got the police all me, this ain't what they want
In my own city they on me, put weight on me
TMZ, fuck Breaking News and ABC
I can't do no shows cause I my city, they say I terrify my city
get slumped, you're the first to get blamed
A nigga try us, you're the one to get changed
They say you snitch, tryna put dirt on my
They rat on me ask is Lil Durk my (L's)

4: Meek Mill]
[?], this ain't you want
Got killers in the back, got hitters in the
If I tell my wack, then niggas gettin' slugged
You ain't gotta have [?] to get hit the pump
In my own city they hate on me, put on me
Try and snatch my chain, that's breaking on NBC
Fuck a famous ho, I up be on TMZ
I spent a quarter mill, on my new that gmt
I got Baguet's on the wrist, flex on your
can't keep up, [?] for your bitch
Baby mama ready, she in the list
Now to get the paper, never flex on the strip, word up!