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
top new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just across the world like Ludacris

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

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

Your way to old n***, I flow H2O n***
Know every you go n***, I knows you
Puppet on the that's right 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 like

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

You go back now
like that
Just that
You go back now

I lookin' for 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*** love my swag used to me L'l Gigger

And said, "Man you need to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm chillin' in the belly of the beast
for my release date, a n*** hungry as hell
But I'll be damn you me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in state, new b*** on my arm
Blue on the chain and there were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring 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 like
On my left got two
rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't the money n*** f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

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

'Coz I need a gun for your a***
I give a*** a head 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 what they 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
Sittin' back and got the trickin' you out

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