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
Push mountains of herb, you niggas heard
The bro Berg, a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause niggas stay trying
See and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, a fuck like whaaat
my weed, smash the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way
these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand brain
dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city I'm on a raft nigga
Vick with 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 like ooh
fall back, cause you don't want no problems like that
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, a fuck, nigga 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 I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I had
Pill cool but I my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other jabs
Big bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done they ask, "How you do dat there!?"
up, word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
'Cause I'm a 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 right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you the pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm doing my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you want no problems like that
we gonna 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 lady knew that
She said he got a on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond I thought you knew that
Down ass Raider hunned sixes is where we grew
See me on the 10 with my we so trill
Or with them foolies niggas, trapping by the mill
I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on
I to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now 442 my pack a bang 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 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 show 'em my diamonds nigga Lane is the game.