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

I'm just doing 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 down
It depends on how much of that shit I had
cool but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big bout beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got 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 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 Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you just the pussy, see me?

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

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