Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

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

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

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

your 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 can't live on, live on you
Don't let the walls in on you
You get what you give that much is
Don't let the walls in on you
You turn the world from you

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

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flame

Brick
Gotta main (And) gotta mistress (whateva)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so rich
Keep my dick hard, and keep me [coughing]
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 some hood (Whassup)
Where you at? Where your trap? You hood, nigga
Keep this 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fuckin me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko off da dome
Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame it's fuckin on!

I go hard in the paint
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 the richest
We certified gettin it CM YM Cash business
Higher than the fly like a bird hit the gucci store
And later get
We out with no roof on it
Them people passin so we smash on
Ballin out we keep the on deck
Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the
Louie lens iced out with the diamonds
Car of the year Ferrari the new
No lie i'm higher i ever been
rich born uptown born to win
Fully loaded 6 Benz
Candy paint lights with my b-tch in
Born too big n-gga to size me up
Cant me more money burn em up

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

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