Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm still Christop
And now I spit it in ya face,
Put this dick in ya
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking chips like
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
Lavish
fuck with Mauri's
Got a named Tari
Ass like the
I eat pussy
calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, these ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I still hit,
Shooting for my life
I to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
her dog a bone, bitch
yo head,
Cause you gon' a high cone
If I ten watches,
I still wouldn't have the
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free like a bail out
I fuck wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme hold a K
He said yo night
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A eatin' good
Week-ends in my boxes
Got a nurse bitch that's a head
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back like a kiropractor
Working from my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya face tweezers
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop hundids
But she ain't
She just suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These tellin'
(Hook)
Seven like whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Seven fifty like
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these
Rap game like the game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 opus of night
Sayin '50 (Craa)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The is neva silent
It's ten in the mornin'
I'm already sirens
mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm tryna get the
Ova like I'm nervous
I may neva you drivin'
I'm tryna it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to bake
Man, you left the city
I'm flying up to
Goddamn it, I'm
This boy cris
Drink a to the j lows
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass like
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
Back then, ain't sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the hood say whoa
say whoa
(Make the hood say whoa)
And if I I get it, I see it, I hit it
I bet she say no
(Hook)
fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Seven like whoa