Luyện nghe bài hát This Ain't What You Want

[Verse 1: Ross]
I got links, Santa Ria
In the no shirt, no fear
Aaron with a verse, no plea deals
Gave your a new purse, new V12
It aint if you're worth more than Spreewell
snitches screenshot all your emails
Told people now your hot
All your females, tracking devices on your car, all
Youngins watching how I get it I em
I'm in my Bentley in my lotta jewelry on
less than a brick but to each his own
Better ask them other niggas this what you want

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

[Verse 2: Montana]
the Ruler, spent 150 on a bueller
How you rob the robber
How you shoot the shooter
Niggas rappin' the millions at nigga?
But them cars no ceilings at
Niggas front where your at nigga?
LeBron James I ain't nigga
300 with my nigga Durk
Coke boy put you in a hearse
Chi town put you on a shirt
NY I'm the one my
You can don't frown my nigga
With Donald in the trunk my nigga
Wanna buy a car nigga no
Number one hip hop
Coke boys hotter than the East
Smash ...out four weeks
This ain't what you
I know them is watchin'
I'm Hov where you from?

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

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