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, pushin' new whip
Drop top new six, white on new kicks
I'm pimping across the world like Ludacris

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

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

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

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

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

You go back now
like that
Just 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 been dappin since a lil' n***
So b*** love my swag used to 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 date, a n*** hungry as hell
But I'll be you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a when 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 2Pac
On my got two glocks
rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about the n*** f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

You was never in my class, a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now class dismissed
The story well enough, your lies keep buildin' up
You b*** homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't need a gun for a***
I give your a*** a head start before I run for your
Fat boy, I'm you put on that act boy
I you was my man, you gonna do me like that boy

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

You's a bitch n***, sell your 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