Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

Free me see me da dueces hatin'
Useless do sit da truth amazin'
Dont wont slip no whoopsie daisy
See da fallen off u halucinatin'
You wanna talk about paper lets do it
10 at a time I'm use to makin'
em' mee maw jealous not Gucci baby
Goin hard in da like Gucci baby
Got sum true freaks wit me so in da face
They lil bad ass 'em my bossie babies
M.D.M.A. they
I feed 'em dick feed me turkey bacon
Holla Sak get worth from haitians
Gotta coupe 20 what its worth today
Young tip Young Dro goin' da station
On da wit my nigga lil turkey sayin dat...

I get so much money man these niggas cant me
Pocket BK double so you know its cheesy
And I be so fresh I got these want to see me
Everytime I hear them haters talking I say me
Oh you to freeze me
polo freeze me

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

Where's head at?

Don't let the walls in on you
We can't on, live on without you
Don't let the walls in on you
We live on, live 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 away from you

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

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flame

Brick
main bitch (And) gotta mistress (whateva)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood
Keep my dick hard, and me smoking [coughing]
You'll get bills free shawty no
Ey what I stand 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 ain't hood,
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my
Crips fuckin me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
in the Meeko freestyle off da dome
Brick Waka Flocka Flame 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 gettin it CM YM Money business
Higher the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store
And get served
We smoked out with no on it
people passin so we smash on them
Ballin out we keep the on deck
and the Bentleys on the V-set
Louie iced out with the black diamonds
Car of the Ferrari the new Spider
No lie i'm higher i ever been
Born rich born born to win
Fully automatic 6 Benz
Candy foreign lights with my b-tch in
hustlin too big n-gga to size me up
Cant stop me more money em up

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

You know I'll 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 those
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop