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, fifty like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
sneakers
Don't fuck Mauri's
Got a bitch named
Ass the hari
I eat pussy
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
a rap track, whoa
Man, hoes ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
dice for my life
I to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
her dog a bone, bitch
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high
If I ten watches,
I still wouldn't the time
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free chase a bail out
I fuck wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that neat
(Hook)
Got me like whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
hold a hundid K
He yo best night
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
That's big
A nigga eatin'
Week-ends in my pull-out
Got a nurse bitch that's a doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
Back like a kiropractor
Working from my skeezers
Put Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I them onions
And pop them
But she stoppin'
She keep suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
niggas tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't love these
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
fifty like whoa
(Muthafuckas gotta on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap game the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the pure
32 opus of night
Sayin '50 (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the
The block is silent
It's ten o'clock in the
I'm already sirens
These is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm get the cross
Ova like I'm nervous
I may neva you drivin'
I'm tryna it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to alive
Man, you barely the city
I'm up to Anale
it, I'm starvin'
This boy cris
a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go hard for the
I go hard for the
Back then, nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm up to the sign and make the whole hood say whoa
Yeah say
(Make the whole say whoa)
And if I I get it, I see it, I hit it
I bet she say no
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we love these hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Seven like whoa