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 like
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
Run with Artie
All go
Lavish
fuck with Mauri's
Got a bitch named
Ass like the
I eat that
calamari
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, these ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I still hit,
dice for my life
I swear to God you
For my wanna-be
Nip-nat,
Give her dog a bone,
yo head,
Cause you gon' a high cone
If I ten watches,
I wouldn't have the time
For yo bullshit, you o'bullshit
I'm just a young nigga out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free like a bail out
I don't fuck wit no pussy
No dried up too pussy
Yeah, yo girl
But my on that neat pussy
(Hook)
Got me like whoa
Gold like whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme hold a K
He said yo night
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
That's big
A nigga good
in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse bitch a head doctor
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots like a
Working from my skeezers
Put this in ya face like tweezers
Dick like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I them onions
And pop them
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 like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
Seven like whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these
Rap game the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
what they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 of good night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The is neva silent
It's ten in the mornin'
I'm already sirens
mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' seein' my
I'm tryna get the
Ova like I'm nervous
I may neva caught you
I'm supersize it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to bake
Man, you barely the city
I'm up to Anale
Goddamn it, I'm
This yung boy
a pipe to the j lows
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 for the peso
I go for the peso
Back then, ain't sayn nothin' hard
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)
Seven like whoa
Gold wrist like
New like whoa
But we love these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
chips like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
fifty like whoa