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
mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay
See and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like
Blow my weed, the gas
hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
Through these dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars
Thousand dollar lame get loud around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you gotta ask nigga
Floating the city like I'm on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a pass
Like what that do

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

money funny you a clown
The hit me up then I'm probably going down
It on how much of that shit I just had
cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other jabs
Big talking bout beef you serve they ass a slab
Do the hoes clash, cause 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 Bleed
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 weight lifters, reppin' Cal Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, in the sky
Banging my like ooh
fall 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 ticket on the molly, mommy do
with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
Down ass Raider hunned is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my we so trill
Or uptown with foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on
I used to wear Pirellis back 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 here fo sho
These thinking 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 with a bang, lane on the chain
I show 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.