Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm still Christop
And now I it in ya face, bitch
Put dick in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
Run around with
All go
Lavish
Don't fuck Mauri's
Got a named Tari
Ass like the
I eat that
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
a rap track, whoa
Man, hoes ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
Shooting dice for my
I to God you thrife
For my wanna-be
Nip-nat,
Give her dog a bone,
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a cone
If I ten watches,
I still have the time
For yo bullshit, you o'bullshit
I'm a young nigga flexed out
girl, put ya chest out
New wheels, put a out
Free chase a bail out
I don't fuck wit no pussy
No dried up too deep
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme a hundid K
He yo best night
I can make it today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A nigga good
Week-ends in my boxes
Got a nurse bitch a head doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
Back like a kiropractor
Working back from my
Put this Glock in ya face like
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust them
And pop them
But she stoppin'
She keep suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Seven like whoa
(Muthafuckas gotta on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' team)
in the game like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all fucks
Rap like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what they out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 opus of night
Sayin '50 (Craa)
everybody on the turnpipe
The block is neva
ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already sirens
These is ballin'
I'm not seein' 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 yung boy
a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, that's my
Got an ass like
If ya hatin', betta low
Scratch
If ya hatin', betta low
No, I'm not
But I this young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin'
I'm up to the sign and make the whole 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 whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Seven like whoa