Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat

Who dat, bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat black
Go on get nerve, I'm off the
Push of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause niggas stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga,
Huh, give a like whaaat
my weed, smash the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be way different
these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars
Thousand dollar lame only get loud his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't ask nigga
Floating through the city like I'm on a nigga
Mike Vick the shit, I don't need a pass nigga
Like what that do

I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang ooh
Goon back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)

Your funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably down
It depends on how much of shit I just had
Pill cool but I my MDMA by the bag
Heavy right here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Li
'Cause I'm a pimp see, to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the pressing
Get a lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you the pussy
Real you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

I'm just doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't no problems like that
Cause we be like,
Huh, what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga (That nigga be like)

Who dat, I bet lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, do that
Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you knew
Down ass Raider hunned sixes is where we that
See me on the 10 with my we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the
I do it for my bros on lock, them on stock
I to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now 442 my pack a bang rewinding,
My bitches red as throw back on them Yokohamas
I'ma the scraper, you touch the paper it's go,
We out here fo sho
These hoes thinking snow
I get it goin' my nig', I the horn as she ready
Disrespectful nigga please, I'm the one with the
I'm out with a bang, it's lane on the chain
I just show 'em my diamonds nigga Lane is the game.