Luyện nghe bài hát Shenanigans

(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm, (OW)

Make them beats like you used to (oh)
Now movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
Make them beats you used to make (woo)
(OOHHH), (c'mon)

1 - Timbaland]
Timbaland lost his mind (mind)
I think I'm to cross the line (line)
And find me that soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh)
You better hold me back, I told you
I got heat to take your corners back
And I done took your freak, you her back
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south nigga the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I over this here beat (uh huh)
And don't really wanna fuck with me
I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (oh)
Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)

You better hold me (oh)
You better me back (oh)
You better me back
Cause I'm full of

(Oh) You better hold me (oh)
You better hold me (oh)
You better hold me
I'm full of shenanigans

[Verse 2 -
me back, cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters
Don't resist I put heat on the track
of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream, shake 'em
I hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the is a car chase
Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and don't
I'ma go to the bar and your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make clear
Fuck around with Oo, I'll off your ear
You better do the same, I fight 'til your
On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a
And I put two in the sky
(da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse 3 - Sparxxx]
Sucker live in of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's I own this
Realm of Southern rap despise to be competitive
or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112, I a note of what sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it, at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just the truth as I perceive it
of them think our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a love with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches
And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the
Little old country boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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