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 already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause niggas stay trying
See and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a like whaaat
my weed, smash the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way
Through these dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand dollars
Thousand dollar lame only get loud 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 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
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga (That nigga be like)
Huh, what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (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
Pill cool but I prefer my by the bag
Heavy hitter here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef you serve they ass a slab
Do the math clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm they always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Bleed
I pull your she trying 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 Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you murder the
beef you don't talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

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

Who dat, I bet lady knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, do that
Talking with my round lean I thought you knew that
Down ass Raider hunned sixes is we grew that
See me on the 10 my squad 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 back on them Yokohamas
I'ma slam the scraper, you the paper it's go,
We out here fo sho
These hoes 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 show 'em my nigga 'cause Lane is the game.