Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm drinking Christop
And now I it in ya face, bitch
Put this dick in ya
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run with Artie
All go
Lavish
Don't fuck Mauri's
Got a bitch named
Ass the hari
I eat pussy
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, these hoes shit,
But on the bar
And I still hit,
Shooting for my life
I to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
Give her dog a bone,
yo head,
Cause you need a high cone
If I ten watches,
I still have the time
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
chase like a bail out
I don't wit no sneak pussy
No up too deep pussy
Yeah, yo girl
But my name's on neat pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' like
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch like
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
So I my nigga K
Lemme a hundid K
He said yo best
I can make it back
So I hit my Ray
He in the
That's big
A nigga eatin'
in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse bitch a head doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
Back shots like a
Working back my skeezers
Put Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop hundids
But she ain't
She just keep
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we love these hoes
fifty like whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
what they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the pure
32 of good night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the
The is neva silent
ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm hearin' sirens
These mutharfuckers is
I'm not fuckin' seein' my
I'm tryna get the
Ova like I'm nervous
I may caught you drivin'
I'm supersize it,
So I'm down at David
You to bake alive
Man, you barely left the
I'm up to Anale
it, I'm starvin'
This boy cris
Drink a to the j lows
Yeah, that's my
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', stay low
Scratch
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I this young man
Go for the peso
I go for the peso
Back then, ain't sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the and make the whole hood say whoa
Yeah say
(Make the hood say whoa)
And if I I get it, I see it, I hit it
I bet she say no
(Hook)
Seven like whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Seven fifty like