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, a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all time
Whatever however, cause young stay trying
See them and be like huh, nigga,
Huh, give a fuck whaaat
Blow my weed, the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be way different
Through these dollars frames
Millionaire mind, fuck the dollars brain
dollar lame only get loud around his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, Compton for real, you ain't ask nigga
Floating through the like I'm on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a nigga
Like that shit do

Yeah I'm doing my thang, fingers in the sky
my gang like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems like
we gonna be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga (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 I'm probably going down
It depends on how much of that I just had
Pill cool but I prefer my by the bag
hitter right here, all you other 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
I'm done they always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
I pull your bitch she trying kick it as Chun Li
'Cause I'm a see, word to Bun B
king, no checker, shout out to the bitch pressing
Get a lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you murder the
Real beef you 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
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That be like)

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