Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm drinking Christop
And now I spit it in ya face,
Put this in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't love these
(Verse)
Run with Artie
All go
sneakers
Don't fuck with
Got a bitch Tari
Ass the hari
I eat that
calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, hoes ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I still hit,
Shooting for my life
I swear to God you
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 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 like
New bitch like
But we love these hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme hold a K
He said yo best
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A eatin' good
in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse that's a head doctor
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots like a
Working back from my
Put Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust them
And pop them
But she stoppin'
She just suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
Seven like whoa
Gold like whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Seven fifty whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all fucks
Rap game like the game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 of good night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the
The block is neva
ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already sirens
mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm get the cross
Ova money like I'm
I may neva you drivin'
I'm tryna it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to alive
Man, you barely left the
I'm up to Anale
Goddamn it, I'm
This yung boy
a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, that's my
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta low
Scratch
If ya hatin', betta low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
Back then, ain't nobody sayn hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the hood say whoa
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)
fifty like whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Seven like whoa