Luyện nghe bài hát Prowhoa

Really my is Nikka
Really my sign really
Hey, hey,

Really my name is
Music my come hit it wit' me
Hey, hey, hit me
Come and get

here, been there, rocked the people everywhere
It's not a friend, did it all 'fore I was 10
Here I come, I'm a ride, got the people to fly
Move aside all you posers, get out homework folders

'Cause I done told ya
I'm the real, I'm the
I'm a pro, whoa

I'm fly way, fly out the of my eye
See you bitches on my try, try, try, tryin'
To the real, try to cop to my feel
But I told ya, I was singin' in my diapers

Now get out your wipers 'cause
The tears are gonna ya
You have to witness, you think you can lick this
From hi to mic tricks

The baddest of from rock to funk seamless
Ain't nothing like this since Jimi, since Janis
And if you don't who that is
Go home to your and ask her to school ya

Let history rule ya
go back and practice
I'm a pro, P-R-O

I'm a 100lb fighter with a heavyweight
Grew up on the laps of the real brat pack
It ain't been easy but it's better than when I smoked
the sweats pourin' outta my soul this fast

Kickin' joints, jams ,getting louder and louder
Your stereos fire and I'm the gun
for tickets to my show then tweet the people ya know
You'll say you believe you never seen me live before
And how long it's been since you've been like that
And on top of it that go rat-a-tat-tat