Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

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

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

S*** ain't different toilet it's the same s***
Ain't no half steppin' on some Big game 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 like H2O
every place 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 zoom

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

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

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

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

And Corie said, "Man you need to it to the streets"
So now I'm just in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** 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 were six on the
I'm a don kissed a ring 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 the money n*** f*** you, pay me

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

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

You go back now
Just like
(I'm have fun with the last verse though)
like that
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 keep buildin' up
You made homie, so for you I keep 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 watchin' you put on act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me that boy

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

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