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 mountains of herb, you niggas already
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped on his lap at all time
however, cause young niggas stay trying
See them and be huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a like whaaat
Blow my weed, the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be way different
Through thousand 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 like I'm on a raft nigga
Mike with the shit, I don't need a pass nigga
what that shit do

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

Your money you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going
It on how much of that shit I just had
cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef till you they ass a slab
Do the hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
I pull your bitch she kick it fast as Chun Li
I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the pressing
Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you murder the
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
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)

Who dat, I bet your knew that
She said he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do
Talking with my round lean I thought you knew that
ass Raider hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, by the mill
I do it for my on lock, them hoes on stock
I to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my a bang 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 on the chain
I just show 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause is the game.