Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

I just wanna know how going to jail
Telling on niggas, back home and it still being cool
I just wanna how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I wanna know
I know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I wanna know man
This getting different out here it's getting spooky

Now when that went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the shit you know the shooters at your neck
I just know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin through the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big
We the type of to tie your mother up
Fuck sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you the style because you studied us
Coming the same flow
up your lingo
We just want a refund, this ain't what we for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you though?

I wanna know, I just wanna know
How niggas acting like they true but really faking
People acting it go
I just wanna know, I just wanna
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli nigga)

Money make a ass nigga look real again
Money make a sucker told look trill again
Says a lot about all the people that's him
But I'ma show you bitch ass we're real again
Heard that nigga talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, you ain't get your chick back yet
And now she rocking the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy you miss that jet, hold up

I got to take them off of here, right
I got to take them off of here, there's one
And that's me, you
all that fighting, you understand?
Sucka he good
Sucka thinks he can me
And I he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you
Let me get mines
after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do

You you fucked up right?
You shoulda said nothing
Now you're going to to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum platinum this
I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a rollie, platinum whip
frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got to get
I started from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch

Yeah this is poppin' shit
no cut on it
If feelings get hurt
You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant
No this is the truth and the hurts
Haven't I paid my
Didn't I the storm?
Niggas is gone and I'm

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't
Real back in style this shit is lit
that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent