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 keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we love these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
Lavish
Don't fuck Mauri's
Got a named Tari
Ass like the
I eat that
calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, these hoes shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
Shooting dice for my
I to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
her dog a bone, bitch
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 just a nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free chase like a out
I fuck wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too pussy
Yeah, yo girl
But my name's on that pussy
(Hook)
Got me like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
So I my nigga K
hold a hundid K
He said yo night
I can make it back
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A nigga eatin'
in my pull-out boxes
Got a bitch that's a head doctor
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots like a
Working back my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya like tweezers
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I them onions
And pop hundids
But she ain't
She keep suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
wrist like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love these
Seven fifty whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
in the game like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these
Rap game the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
what they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen and the pure white
32 opus of night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the
The is neva silent
It's ten o'clock in the
I'm already hearin'
These is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' seein' my
I'm tryna get the
Ova money like I'm
I may neva caught you
I'm tryna it,
So I'm lookin' at David
You to bake alive
Man, you barely the city
I'm flying up to
it, I'm starvin'
This boy cris
Drink a pipe to the j
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass like
If ya hatin', stay low
Scratch
If ya hatin', betta low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go hard for the
I go for the peso
Back then, ain't nobody sayn hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole hood say
say whoa
(Make the whole 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 like
New bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Seven fifty whoa