Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

Just like Easy, n*** I'm
Catch me with breezy, pushin' that new whip
Drop top new six, on white new kicks
I'm just pimping the world like Ludacris

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

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

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

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

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

You go back now
like that
Just that
You can't go now

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Coz I don't need a gun for your
I give your a*** a head start 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 that boy

But you what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the true colors out
That's the lean in a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' back and got the industry you out

You's a bitch n***, your soul to get rich n***
So I guess time expose ya whole s*** n***
Yours Mims, the last soldier
The lesson for today is done, over