Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

Free me see me throw da hatin'
do sit keep da truth amazin'
Dont trip slip no whoopsie daisy
See da King off u halucinatin'
You wanna talk about lets do it baby
10 at a time I'm use to makin'
em' mee maw jealous not Gucci baby
Goin hard in da spot 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 'em dick they feed me turkey bacon
Holla Sak pase get worth haitians
Gotta coupe 20 what its worth today
Young tip Dro goin' turn da station
On da phone wit my lil turkey sayin dat...

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

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

Where's your at?

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

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

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flocka

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

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

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

Richer than the
We gettin it CM YM Cash Money business
Higher the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store
And later get
We out with no roof on it
Them people so we smash on them
Ballin out we keep the cash on
Lamborghini and the on the V-set
Louie lens iced out with the black
Car of the year the new Spider
No lie i'm than i ever been
Born born uptown born to win
Fully automatic 6 Benz
Candy paint foreign lights my b-tch in
hustlin too big n-gga to size me up
Cant stop me money burn em up

Now a minute
(x5)
You you make me wanna
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop thangs
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 those
Pop, pop, pop thangs
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop those
Pop, pop, pop