Luyện nghe bài hát Kung Fu

[Hook 1:
Hey and 'bout that boy 'bout to doubt her day
that girl they about to doubt it
That we fuck her 'til good good
I got my customers in the hood
I got my in the hood hood

[Verse 1: T]
The dope is my sport
Welcome to the wild of snort
They thirty-six a kilo
Nah, they wasn't me though
Niggas pushing thirty thirty thousand tweets
Without thousand dollars, don't even deserve to speak, nigga
Counter my wrist go, counter clockwise my wrist go

2: Future]
They know I got that wrist craft
I had a ballerina standing on her toes
And when I cut my dope I'm standing on my toes
Better put that work the pot
Cook, cook, cook, it up
Whip it up, it up
Whip it up, it up
it up, whip it up
Whip it up, it, whip it

2: Pusha T]
It all from my wrist
Woo, I kept it snowing the blitz
God, cross promoting in the fashion
Shit I got selling bricks
Rolled to the wrist flow, like Crisco
We was buying Macklemore, cooked it in the
Counter clockwise my wrist go, counter clockwise my go

3: Future]
Hey and 'bout that boy they 'bout to her day
Over that girl they about to it
That we fuck her 'til it's good
I got my in the hood hood
I got my in the hood hood
know I got that wrist craft covered
I had a ballerina standing on her tippy
And when I cut my dope I'm on my tippy toes
Better put work inside the pot

Cook, cook, cook, it up
Whip it up, it up
it up, whip it up
Whip it up, it up
Whip it up, it, whip it

[Outro:
Whip it up, it up
Whip it up, it up
it up, whip it up
Whip it up, it, whip it