Luyện nghe bài hát Like Woah

(Intro)
I'm drinking 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 like whoa
Gold like whoa
New bitch whoa
But we don't love these
Sippin' Chris like
chips like whoa
In ya bitch whoa
But we love these hoes
(Verse)
Run with Artie
All go
sneakers
Don't with Mauri's
Got a bitch named
Ass like the
I eat that
Like
Put the cat back, hoe
a rap track, whoa
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,
Give her dog a bone,
yo head,
Cause you gon' need a cone
If I ten watches,
I wouldn't have the time
For yo bullshit, you full
I'm just a nigga flexed out
girl, put ya chest out
New wheels, put a out
Free like a bail out
I don't fuck wit no pussy
No up too deep pussy
Yeah, that's yo
But my name's on that neat
(Hook)
Got me feelin' whoa
Gold wrist like
New bitch whoa
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' Chris like
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
(Verse)
So I my nigga K
Lemme hold a K
He said yo best
I can make it back
So I hit my Ray
He in the
big homie
A eatin' good
Week-ends in my pull-out
Got a nurse bitch that's a head
sweater, nigga, who shot 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 stoppin'
She just suckin'
I'm ova
I'm not a
But my hood,
niggas tellin'
(Hook)
Seven fifty like
Gold like whoa
New bitch like
But we don't these hoes
Sippin' like whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love hoes
Seven like whoa
(Muthafuckas gotta on this)
(EST, my muthafuckin' 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 white
32 opus of night
'50 like (Craa)
Burnin' on the turnpipe
The block is neva
It's ten o'clock in the
I'm already sirens
These mutharfuckers is
I'm not fuckin' my wallet
I'm tryna get the
Ova money I'm nervous
I may neva you drivin'
I'm supersize it,
So I'm lookin' at David
You to bake alive
Man, you barely the city
I'm up to Anale
it, I'm starvin'
This yung boy
Drink a pipe to the j
Yeah, that's my
Got an ass J-Lo
If ya hatin', stay low
that
If ya hatin', betta low
No, I'm not
But I swear young man
Go hard for the
I go for the peso
then, ain't nobody sayn nothin' hard
I'm pullin' up to the sign and make the whole say whoa
say whoa
(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 like whoa
But we don't love hoes
Sippin' Chris whoa
Stacking chips whoa
In ya bitch like
But we don't love these
fifty like whoa