Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm still Christop
And now I it in ya face, bitch
Put this in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, fifty like whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run around with
All go
sneakers
Don't fuck with
Got a named Tari
Ass the hari
I eat pussy
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
a rap track, whoa
Man, these ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I still 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 wouldn't have the
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a young nigga out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free chase a bail out
I fuck wit no sneak pussy
No up too deep pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that neat
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't love these
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme hold a K
He said yo night
I can make it today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
That's big
A nigga good
Week-ends in my boxes
Got a nurse that's a head doctor
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots a kiropractor
Working from my skeezers
Put this in ya face like tweezers
Dick like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop them
But she ain't
She keep suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
fifty like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Seven like whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' team)
Came in the like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
Murder all these
Rap like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
what they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen and the pure white
32 of good night
Sayin '50 (Craa)
everybody on the turnpipe
The block is neva
It's ten in the mornin'
I'm hearin' sirens
mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm get the cross
Ova money like I'm
I may caught you drivin'
I'm tryna it,
So I'm lookin' down at
You lookin' to bake
Man, you barely the city
I'm flying up to
it, I'm starvin'
This boy cris
a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass like
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go hard for the
I go hard for the
Back then, ain't sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole 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)
fifty like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Seven fifty like