Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat

Who dat, bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue
Go on get nerve, I'm off the
mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay
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
Through these dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the dollars brain
Thousand lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't ask nigga
through the city like I'm on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass
what that shit do

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, in the sky
my gang like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't no problems like that
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga (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 that shit I had
cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's
Big talking bout beef till you they ass a slab
Do the math clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done they ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
I pull your bitch she 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 like Ripken I'm on fire now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, in the sky
Banging my like 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, nigga what, huh, a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)

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