Luyện nghe bài hát Na Na

Na, na, naii,
Na, na, naii,
Na, na, naii,
Na, na, naii,

I am a rapper nang singer songwriter
From I was a young guy even up to this day
Man I'm to drag me under
What the bumba you know that you can me
I never my number
I don't mind if these private caller's wanna carry on blinging up my
I'm to reminded
that if their gal was to see me on there one's
they would wanna bang me or give me
Dappa X, white gold chain ripper, crack
Man if needs be last man that put his hands on my chain found in a
Scarred all ni
Nananizzle, north south west, whole of the country
I'm kinda famous, poppsy
If you food, stay around Dubsy
C's got the lend ting, me
Bun your cheap (pop pop)
Who do you I am
See me me me I'm on a mad
You understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds couple man I no
Snitch, plonkahha
Yo if you up p and you ain't on frontin
You have the right to London
me
Na na naii
Na na

If you got own whip and your earning paper
Then you have the right to be a breaker know me

Man up, producer, artist, MC
Killer everytime I go to pick a up frank
There's already rider
We talk billers
If you to my new album
there's no thrillers
Gota be cool chiller
Mum said stay away from the
But I gonna lie
I like the chee and like staring and none of us are caring
Sex dinner
I'm a wheeler
Hash brown and wine T-shirts, 9 tracksuit the black Fila
I never wanna follow others I'm a leader
Say I was a but I am a good reader
Catch a couple haters call me a
Got a couple of fans and now I need ya, naii
Its only I'm wearing my Rolex, hello standard procedure

Bun your cheap (pop pop)
Who do you I am
See me me me I'm on a mad
You understand
Never I sing sing to the feds like couple man I no
Snitch, plonkahh
Yo if you stackin up p and you ain't on
You have the to represent London know me
Na na naii
Na na naii

If you got own whip and your earning paper
you have the right to be a heart breaker

Wait till you see what I end up wiv,
Muma didn't raise no kid
Came the dirt and look at mans merk
But now I'm in the Beamer one turbs
Money, money makes the go round
The way the money makes the girls go down
killing dem
No more paying man hundred pounds ten grand minimum

My car, my my bills,
These fuckers the deal,
Cause they're all by me (tell me T)
I got my own money, and I
looking for no footballers
So if you want to it too me,
take it back
I will you

Bun cheap talk (pop pop)
Who do you I am
See me me me I'm on a mad
You understand
Never will I sing sing to the feds couple man I no
Snitc, plonkahh
Yo if you stackin' up p and you on frontin'
You have the right to represent know me
Na na naii
Na na naii

If you got your own and your earning paper
you have the right to be a heart breaker

Na na naii
Na na naii

Na na naii
Na na naii