Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat (Remix)

Who dat, bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass beat blue
Go on get nerve, I'm off the
Push of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young 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
Through these thousand dollars
Millionaire mind, the thousand dollars brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't ask nigga
Floating through the city I'm on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't a pass nigga
Like what shit do

Yeah I'm doing my thang, fingers in the sky
my gang like ooh
Goon fall back, 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, 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 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 nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef 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!?"
Hol' up, to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your bitch she trying it fast as Chun Li
'Cause I'm a see, word to Bun B
king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm 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, what, huh, give a fuck, nigga 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 on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond lean I thought you that
Down ass Raider hunned sixes is where we that
See me on the 10 my squad we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, by the mill
I do it for my on lock, them hoes on stock
I used to wear Pirellis when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my 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 goin' my nig', I 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 'cause is the game.