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, keep a pistol gripped on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young niggas trying
See them and be huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck whaaat
my weed, smash the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be way different
these thousand dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the thousand brain
dollar lame only get loud 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 with the shit, I need a pass nigga
Like what that do

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

money funny you a clown
The hit me up then I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that shit I had
Pill but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy right here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking bout till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to P and Young Bleed
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, Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you murder the pussy, see me?

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

Who dat, I bet your lady knew
She said he got a ticket on the molly, do that
Talking my round diamond lean I thought you knew that
Down ass hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my squad we so
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the
I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on
I used to wear Pirellis back Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my pack a rewinding,
My bitches red as highness throw on them Yokohamas
I'ma the scraper, you touch the paper it's go,
We out grindin' fo sho
These hoes it's snow
I get it my nig', I blow the horn as she ready
nigga please, I'm the one with the fetty
I'm going out with a bang, lane on the chain
I just show 'em my diamonds 'cause Lane is the game.