Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

Free me see me throw da hatin'
Useless do sit keep da truth
Dont wont slip no whoopsie daisy
See da King fallen off u
You talk about paper lets do it baby
10 at a time I'm use to makin'
Tell em' mee maw not Gucci baby
hard in da spot like Gucci baby
Got sum true freaks wit me so cute in da
They lil bad ass call 'em my bossie
M.D.M.A. they
I feed 'em dick feed me turkey bacon
Holla Sak pase get worth haitians
coupe 20 mil' what its worth today
Young tip Young Dro turn da station
On da phone wit my lil turkey sayin dat...

I get so money man these niggas cant beleive me
Pocket BK double whopper so you its cheesy
And I be so I got these bitches want to see me
Everytime I hear them haters talking I say me
Oh you need to me
Polo freeze me

Time time
Oh you to freeze me
Polo polo me
after time

Where's your at?

Don't let the cave in on you
We live on, live on without you
Don't let the cave in on you
We can't live on, on without you
let the walls cave in on you
You get you give that much is true
let the walls cave in on you
You turn the world away you

Where's head at?
(Where your at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
your head at?
(Where your head at? your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
Where's head at?
(Where your at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)
Where's head at?
(Where your at? Where your head at? at? at? at? at? at? at?)

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flame

Brick
Gotta bitch (And) gotta mistress (whateva)
A girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my dick hard, and keep me smoking
You'll get bills free shawty no
Ey I stand for? Flocka! (Brick Squad)
I'm a die for this man I swear to god
In the trap with some killers and hood niggas (Whassup)
Where you at? Where your trap? You hood, nigga
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my
Crips fuckin with me, G's and the Vice (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da
Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka it's fuckin on!

I go in the muthafuckin paint
I go hard, i go, i go
I go hard in the paint
I go hard, i go, i go

Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)
Yuh (Yuh)

Richer the richest
We certified it CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling fly a bird hit the gucci store
And get served
We smoked out no roof on it
people passin so we smash on them
Ballin out we the cash on deck
and the Bentleys on the V-set
Louie lens out with the black diamonds
Car of the year Ferrari the new
No lie i'm higher i ever been
rich born uptown born to win
Fully loaded automatic 6
Candy paint foreign with my b-tch in
hustlin too big n-gga to size me up
Cant me more money burn em up

Now wait a
(x5)
You know you me wanna
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop thangs

You know give it to you

(Hey-Hey-A-Hey)

(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-Hey-A)
(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-A-Hey)
(Hey-A-A-Hey)

Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop