Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm drinking Christop
And now I spit it in ya face,
Put dick in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty like
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love these
Chris like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
Lavish
Don't with Mauri's
Got a bitch 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 still hit,
Shooting dice for my
I swear to God you
For my wanna-be
Nip-nat,
her dog a bone, bitch
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high
If I ten watches,
I still wouldn't have the
For yo bullshit, you o'bullshit
I'm just a young flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free like a bail out
I don't wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too deep
Yeah, that's yo
But my on that neat pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
So I told my K
Lemme a hundid K
He said yo night
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A eatin' good
Week-ends in my boxes
Got a nurse bitch that's a doctor
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
shots like a kiropractor
Working back from my
Put Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick hard Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop them
But she ain't
She just keep
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty whoa
wrist like whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
fifty like whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap game like the game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' they cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the pure
32 opus of night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The block is neva
It's ten in the mornin'
I'm already sirens
These is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' seein' my
I'm get the cross
Ova like I'm nervous
I may neva caught you
I'm tryna it,
So I'm lookin' at David
You to bake alive
Man, you barely left the
I'm flying up to
Goddamn it, I'm
This boy cris
a pipe to the j lows
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I this young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
Back then, ain't nobody sayn nothin'
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the hood say whoa
Yeah say
(Make the whole 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 whoa
But we love these hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Seven fifty like