Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat

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

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

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

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

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