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, white on white new
I'm pimping across the world like Ludacris

But n*** in the hood sayin' Mims sold out
See me in the club and they pullin' gold out
But they don't I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same from the hood, n*** 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 hustle is ancient

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

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

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

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

I lookin' for that sunshine but I ain't flipper
Yeah, I'm a but I' am not the lil' dipper
been dappin ever since a lil' n***
So b*** my swag used 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 date, a n*** hungry as hell
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 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 2Pac
On my left got two
rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it about the money n*** f*** you, pay me

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

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

You can't go now
Just that
(I'm gonna have fun with the last 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 class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies buildin' up
You b*** homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't a gun for your a***
I give your 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 what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the colors come out
That's the lean in your a*** and a d*** in mouth
back and got the industry trickin' you out

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