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, seven fifty whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New like whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we don't these hoes
(Verse)
Run with Artie
All go
sneakers
Don't fuck with
Got a bitch named
Ass like the
I eat that
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
That's a rap track,
Man, hoes ain't shit,
But on the bar
And I might hit,
Shooting dice for my
I to God you thrife
For my wife
Nip-nat,
her dog a bone, bitch
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a high
If I ten watches,
I wouldn't have the time
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a young flexed out
White girl, put ya out
New wheels, put a out
chase like a bail out
I fuck wit no sneak pussy
No dried up too deep
Yeah, yo girl
But my name's on that neat
(Hook)
Got me like whoa
wrist like whoa
New like whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris 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 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
Coojie sweater, nigga, who ya?
Back like a kiropractor
Working back my skeezers
Put this Glock in ya face like
hard like Ice
Bitch, up, I'm freezin'!
I them onions
And pop hundids
But she stoppin'
She keep suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
These tellin'
(Hook)
Seven like whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Seven fifty whoa
(Muthafuckas wait on this)
(EST, that's my 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 opus of night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' everybody on the
The block is silent
It's ten o'clock in the
I'm already sirens
mutharfuckers is ballin'
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm tryna get the
Ova money like I'm
I may caught you drivin'
I'm supersize it,
So I'm down at David
You lookin' to bake
Man, you barely the city
I'm up to Anale
Goddamn it, I'm
This boy cris
Drink a to the j lows
Yeah, that's my
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', betta low
that
If ya hatin', stay low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go for the peso
I go hard for the
then, ain't 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 like whoa
Gold wrist whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking like whoa
In ya like whoa
But we love these hoes
fifty like whoa