Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat (Remix)

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

Yeah I'm just my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my gang ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems 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 whaaat (That be like)

Your money you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going
It depends on how much of shit I just had
Pill cool but I my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you other nigga's
Big talking beef till 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, to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull bitch she trying kick it fast as Chun Li
'Cause I'm a pimp see, 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,
Strap it up, you murder the
Real beef you talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm just doing my thang, in the sky
Banging my gang ooh
Goon fall back, 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 (That nigga be like)

Who dat, I bet your lady that
She he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
with my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
Down ass Raider sixes is where we grew 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, them on stock
I used to wear Pirellis back when was on top
Now 442 my pack a bang rewinding,
My bitches red as throw back on them Yokohamas
I'ma slam the scraper, you touch the it's go,
We out grindin' fo sho
These hoes thinking 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 just 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.