Luyện nghe bài hát Let Me Find Out

This a Tennesse, Alabama, Atlanta connection

Let me find out these still hating on the low
And their whole life savings I get paid for a
re-up, that's my walk-through
My sneakers, there they note
I need a whole thang of Keisha just to talk to 'em
Small town, big money, baby I make moves
They say Doe B lane is like T-Pain the auto-tune
Bring out the boom
I'mma sandman niggas
Give you 2 down
Boy, swag ain't official
Let me out them fake Guccis
Let me find out fake Louis
Let me find out your mama is a man-eater, she ate my children
Let me find out you fake juug and I through like, "Aye buddy
You 25, just trapping?"
Let me find out you rookie
Gang, straight trippy
Hustle Gang what it is,
Got so many white friends I bring back Tommy
A-T-L, let me out
Memphis Ten', let me out
M.I.A., N-Y-C, Texas, Cali,

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me find, out

Let me out
Let me out
let me find out
Let me find, out

Let me out & I'm ridin' out
Got 4 no 9's out
I'm recent, you're out
I'm playin' with it, you out
You got a foul mouth, get 2 shots
Nigga and one with my
Nigga talk about dough but something
You ain't had your hands on
Got folk in Alabama, they still call me Arm &
See I do it for the
Gutter, not to get the glamor
Hey who that from Atlanta say he got a lot of drugs?
Say you
For a plug, bitch you looking at the
I'mma, young nigga
You want this ho, better get her
We don't want your man
We just have fun with her
Okay well let me out you channeled it
Ridin' around town saving hoes
Nigga she ain't all yours, we shared the
But let me out
She havin' your baby

Let me out
Let me out
Nigga let me out
Let me out
Let me find out (Let me out, let me find out)
Let me out
Nigga let me out (Let me find out, let me find out)
Bitch let me out

Let me find out, Juicy J's your favorite rapper
I'mma fuck her all night and I'mma give her after
I ain't hand cuffing hoes like shackles
For the green & the cheese like a Bay packer
Trippy Man, fuck you pay me, I come play like Tom
is my medication, ride presidential like Ronald Reagan
Pussy niggas need to stop hating my sick like cancer patients
Rolex and a new Bugatti, yes I'm ice skating
My last must've been a chauffeur, she drove me crazy
No key, that age, my ignition, I done made it
Juicy J, that's trippy ho, Gang that's trippy ho
Smoking on that Christmas tree my belt like mistletoe
Who stands your wife?
She spent the night
my dick in her mouth & my balls in her hand
Like the bitch was shooting
J, I got long money
I got 1998 song
Bitch that Patron for me
I rock shows, boy I'm money

Let me find out (lemme find out you isn't who you say you is)
Let me find out (haha you nobody man)
Nigga let me out
(Lemme out you sold your soul for them joint nigga)
Let me find, out
let me find out (let me find out let me find out)
Let me out
Ya'll might not let me find out
Nigga let me find out (let me out let me find out)
Bitch let me out (Ya'll niggas might not let me find out)