Luyện nghe bài hát This Ain't What You Want

[Verse 1: Rick
I got cuban links, Ria
In the hood no shirt, no
Aaron Hernandez a verse, no plea deals
your bitch a new purse, new V12
It aint trickin' if you're worth more Spreewell
Niggas snitches screenshot all emails
them people now your hot
All your females, tracking devices on car, all details
Youngins watching how I get it I em
I'm in my in my fitted lotta jewelry on
Nothing than a brick but to each his own
Better ask other niggas this ain't what you want

Lil Durk]
Tell me what's it gon' be, ain't what you want
I call it how I see it, so this what you want
I'm on the road doing shows so well, ain't what you want
Cause the road you go I know, this ain't what you want
I hear them niggas after me, this what you want
And I guarantee this ain't what you
I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this what you want
I 'em up we get a dark car, this ain't what you want

[Verse 2: Montana]
Rick the Ruler, 150 on a bueller
How you rob the robber
How you gonna shoot the
Niggas where the millions at nigga?
But them cars no ceilings at
Niggas where your killers at nigga?
James I ain't Trinidad nigga
Ridin' 300 with my Durk
boy niggas put you in a hearse
Chi town put you on a shirt
NY I'm the one my
You can hate don't my nigga
With Donald Trump in the trunk my
Wanna buy a car no lease
Number one hip hop
Coke boys hotter the whole East
...out like four weeks
This ain't what you
I know them streets is
I'm bumpin' Hov you from?

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[Verse 3: Lil
Niggas that they're after me, but this ain't what they want
I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want
See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't they want
I got the police all me, this ain't what they want
In my own city hate on me, put weight on me
Fuck TMZ, Breaking News and ABC
I can't do no shows cause I terrify my city, they say I my city
Niggas get slumped, you're the first to get
A nigga try us, you're the one to get changed
They say you snitch, put dirt on my name
rat on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)

[Verse 4: Meek
Ladders on deck, this ain't what you
Got killers in the back, got in the front
If I tell my niggas wack, then niggas slumped
You ain't gotta have no .. to get hit the pump
In my own they hate on me, put weight on me
Try and snatch my chain, that's breaking on NBC
Fuck a ho, I wake up be on TMZ
I spent a quarter mill, on my new that GMT
I got Baguet's on the wrist, on your bitch
Niggas can't keep up, send a jet for bitch
Baby mama ready, she next on the
Now time to get the paper, never on the strip, word up