Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat (Remix)

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 gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas trying
See and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck like
my weed, smash the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be way different
Through thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the dollars brain
dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask
Floating through the city like I'm on a nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a nigga
Like what shit do

I'm just doing my thang, fingers 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, give a fuck, whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)

Your money funny you a
The bitch hit me up then I'm going down
It depends on how much of that I just had
Pill but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
hitter right here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like
When I'm done always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
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 like Ripken I'm on fire 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 gang ooh
Goon back, cause you don't 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 your knew that
She said he got a on the molly, mommy do that
Talking my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
Down ass Raider hunned sixes is we grew that
See me on the 10 with my we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, 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 it's 442 my pack a rewinding,
My bitches red as highness throw back on Yokohamas
slam the scraper, you touch the paper it's go,
We out here fo sho
These thinking it's snow
I get it my nig', I blow the horn as she ready
Disrespectful please, I'm the one with the fetty
I'm going out with a bang, it's lane on the
I just 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.