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

But n*** in the hood sayin' done sold out
See me in the club and they pullin' that out
But they know I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same n*** from the hood, I bang with

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

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

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 an heart attack, yeah
like that
Just like

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

I for that sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a but I' am not the lil' dipper
Always been dappin ever since a n***
So b*** my swag used 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 me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in each state, new 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 I do like I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me 2Pac
On my got two glocks
This rap s*** didn't me crazy
If it about the money n*** f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

You was never in my class, you's a
Thought you was this but now your class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies keep up
You b*** made homie, so for you I a switchblade on me

'Coz I need a gun for your a***
I your a*** 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 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 a*** and a d*** in your mouth
back and got the industry trickin' you out

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