Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, us out

like Easy, n*** I'm roofless
Catch me your breezy, pushin' that new whip
top new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the like Ludacris

But n*** in the sayin' Mims done sold out
See me in the club and they pullin' that out
But don't know I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I with

S*** changed different toilet it's the same s***
Ain't no half steppin' on some Big Daddy game
I walk like a hustler, hustlers language
We don't know each others language 'coz your hustle is

Your way to old n***, I like H2O n***
Know every you go n***, I knows you
Puppet on the that's right n*** I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to thru

like that
Her n*** up and too good
Not a hood don't wantchu back
Just like

see you on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack,
Just that
Just like

You go back now
Just that
like that
You go back now

I lookin' for that sunshine but I lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the dipper
Always dappin ever since a lil' n***
So b*** love my swag to call me L'l Gigger

And Corie said, "Man you need to it to the streets"
So now I'm chillin' in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** hungry as
But be damn you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and there six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring you see me
See I do what I do I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me like
On my left got two
rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about the money n*** you, pay me

Just like
Her n*** up and too good
Not a hood, don't wantchu n***
Just like

They see on the cover of that Fortune
And an heart attack, yeah
Just like
Just like

You can't go now
Just like
(I'm have fun with the last verse though)
Just like
You can't go now
(Check out)

You was in my class, you's a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now your dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies buildin' up
You made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I need a gun for your a***
I your a*** a head start before I run for your a***
Fat boy, I'm you put on that act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me like boy

But you know what say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the true come out
the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' and got the industry trickin' you out

You's a bitch n***, sell your soul to get n***
So I guess it's time expose ya s*** n***
truly Mims, the last soldier
The lesson for is done, class over