Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

Just like Easy, I'm roofless
Catch me with your breezy, pushin' that new
Drop top new six, 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 and they pullin' that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I bang

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

way to old n***, I flow like H2O n***
Know every place you go n***, I you
Puppet on the string right n*** I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to thru

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

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

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

I lookin' for that sunshine but I lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a but I' am not the lil' dipper
Always been dappin ever since a lil'
So love 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 release date, a n*** as hell
But I'll be damn you catch me walkin' for some

I'll be in each state, new 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 on me like 2Pac
On my left got two
rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about the money f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

You was in my class, you's a b***
you was this s*** 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 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 they say and I'm it out
the pressure cook up the true colors come out
That's the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your
Sittin' and got the industry trickin' you out

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