Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

I wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand
Ain't got no money in life, but still popping, I just 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 it's cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out here it's spooky

Now when that shit down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New wore 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 wanna know, if you ain't write running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six
(Running through the six my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real forever baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you you know you never did shit
When I threw that out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the of niggas to tie your mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I you buttercup
You fucking dork you the style because you studied us
Coming the same flow
Switching up lingo
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we for
Spitting another shit, but you claim you king though?

I wanna know, I just wanna know
How these niggas acting like they true but 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 fake ass 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 ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get 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 pass you that jet, hold up

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

You you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said
Now you're going to have to me a check to stop
All I hear is that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this fake enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got to get
I really started from now it's back to shit
Puffy almost a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch

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

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