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
Push mountains of herb, you niggas heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay
See them and be like huh, nigga,
Huh, give a like whaaat
Blow my weed, the gas
hop up in my lane, she be looking way different
Through these thousand dollars
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand brain
Thousand dollar lame only get around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city like I'm on a raft
Mike Vick the shit, I don't need a pass nigga
what that shit do

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

money funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm probably going
It depends on how of that shit I just had
cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy right here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef till you serve they ass a
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got 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 bitch 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 pressing
Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you the pussy
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, cause you don't want no like 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)

Who dat, I bet lady knew that
She he got a ticket on the molly, mommy do that
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 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 back when Nelly was on top
Now 442 my pack a bang rewinding,
My bitches red as highness throw back on Yokohamas
I'ma the scraper, you touch the paper it's go,
We out here fo sho
These hoes it's 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, it's lane on the
I show 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.