Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm still Christop
And now I spit it in ya face,
Put this in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven like whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
Run around with
All go
Lavish
Don't fuck Mauri's
Got a bitch Tari
Ass the hari
I eat pussy
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, these ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
Shooting for my life
I swear to God you
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 full
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 sneak
No up too deep pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that neat
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
wrist like whoa
New like whoa
But we love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
hold a hundid K
He said yo best
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 bitch that's a head doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
Back shots like a
Working back my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya face tweezers
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop them
But she ain't
She just suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold like whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
Seven fifty like
(Muthafuckas gotta on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' team)
Came in the like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap game 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)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The block is neva
It's ten in the mornin'
I'm hearin' sirens
These mutharfuckers is
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm tryna get the
Ova money I'm nervous
I may caught you drivin'
I'm supersize it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to alive
Man, you left the city
I'm up to Anale
Goddamn it, I'm
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', betta low
No, I'm not
But I this young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
Back then, nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the and make the whole hood 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)
Seven fifty like
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
Seven like whoa