Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm still Christop
And now I it in ya face, bitch
Put dick in ya mouth
And me how it taste, bitch!
I'm keepin' x2
(Hook)
Yep, yeah, seven fifty whoa
Gold wrist like
New like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
Run around Artie
All go
sneakers
Don't fuck with
Got a named Tari
Ass like the
I eat that
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
a rap track, whoa
Man, hoes ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
dice 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 have the time
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm a young nigga flexed out
girl, put ya chest out
New wheels, put a out
chase like a bail out
I don't fuck wit no sneak
No dried up too deep
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that pussy
(Hook)
Got me like whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch like
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips like
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
So I my nigga K
hold a hundid K
He yo best night
I can make it today
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A eatin' good
in my pull-out boxes
Got a nurse bitch a head doctor
sweater, nigga, who shot ya?
Back like a kiropractor
Working back from my
Put Glock in ya face like tweezers
Dick like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I bust onions
And pop hundids
But she ain't
She just suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These niggas
(Hook)
Seven fifty whoa
wrist like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't love these
Chris like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
fifty like whoa
(Muthafuckas gotta on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' team)
Came in the like O.Dawg
(Prrrra)
all these fucks
Rap like the crack game
So I'm in the kitchen,
Wandrin' what they out
coke!
Sixteen bars and the white
32 opus of night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The is neva silent
ten o'clock in the mornin'
I'm already hearin'
These is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' seein' my
I'm get the cross
Ova money I'm nervous
I may caught you drivin'
I'm tryna it,
So I'm down at David
You to bake alive
Man, you left the city
I'm flying up to
Goddamn it, I'm
This yung boy
Drink a to the j lows
Yeah, my babe
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', betta low
No, I'm not
But I swear this man
Go for the peso
I go for the peso
then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and 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)
fifty like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch like
But we love these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Seven fifty whoa