Luyện nghe bài hát Make Me Wanna

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

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

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

Where's your at?

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

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

Squad
Gotta main (And) gotta mistress (whateva)
A couple girlfriends, I'm so rich
Keep my hard, and keep 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 trap? You ain't hood, nigga
Keep this shit 300, put shit on my hood
Crips fuckin with me, G's and the Vice (Brrrrrrrret)
in the Meeko freestyle off da dome
Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame it's 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 than the
We certified it CM YM Cash Money business
Higher than the ceiling fly a bird hit the gucci store
And get served
We out with 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 iced out with the black
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 foreign lights with my b-tch in
Born hustlin too big n-gga to me up
Cant me more money burn em up

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