Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

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

I get so much money man these niggas beleive me
Pocket BK double whopper so you know its
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 polo me

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

your head at?

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

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

Flocka
Waka Waka





Waka Flame

Squad
Gotta main bitch (And) gotta (whateva)
A girlfriends, I'm so hood rich
Keep my hard, and keep me smoking [coughing]
You'll get bills free shawty no
Ey what I for? Flocka! (Brick Squad)
I'm a die for shawty man I swear to god
In the trap with some and some hood niggas (Whassup)
Where you at? Where your trap? You ain't hood,
Keep this 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips with me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da
Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka it's fuckin on!

I go hard in the muthafuckin
I go hard, i go, i go
I go in the muthafuckin 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 Cash Money
Higher than the ceiling fly like a hit the gucci store
And later get
We smoked out no roof on it
Them people so we smash on them
Ballin out we keep the cash on
Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the
Louie lens iced out with the diamonds
Car of the year the new Spider
No lie i'm higher than i been
rich born uptown born to win
Fully loaded 6 Benz
Candy paint foreign lights with my in
Born too big n-gga to size me up
Cant stop me money burn em up

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