Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm drinking Christop
And now I it in ya face, bitch
Put dick in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm that x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris whoa
chips like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
Lavish
Don't with Mauri's
Got a named Tari
Ass like the
I eat that
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 to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
Give her dog a bone,
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high
If I ten watches,
I still wouldn't the time
For yo bullshit, you o'bullshit
I'm a young nigga flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
Free chase like a out
I don't fuck wit no pussy
No up too deep pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that pussy
(Hook)
Got me feelin' like
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
Chris like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love these
(Verse)
So I my nigga K
Lemme a hundid K
He said yo best
I can it back today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A nigga eatin'
Week-ends in my boxes
Got a nurse bitch that's a head
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back shots like a
Working from my skeezers
Put this 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,
niggas tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Chris like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we love these hoes
Seven fifty like
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' team)
Came in the game O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what cookin' out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 of good 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 get the cross
Ova like I'm nervous
I may neva caught you
I'm tryna it,
So I'm lookin' at David
You lookin' to alive
Man, you left the city
I'm flying up to
Goddamn it, I'm
yung boy cris
Drink a to the j lows
Yeah, that's my
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
then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard
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
wrist like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
chips like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Seven like whoa