Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

I just wanna know how niggas going to
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 popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he it in
Niggas still letting it fly it's cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting out here it's getting spooky

Now when that shit down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So that tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain't write that through the six shit
us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running through the six my woes
money you know how it goes
All the real forever baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas for you cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to a big fish
We the type of to tie your mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up,
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 ain't what we for
Every time that we come, we get what we for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king

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

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

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

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

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

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we forget
Real back in style this shit is lit
This Ja Rule shit and 50 cent