Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

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

Now when shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you the shooters at your neck
I just know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real forever baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was 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 changed the style you studied us
Coming with the same
Switching up lingo
We want a refund, this ain't what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you you king though?

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

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

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

You know you up right?
You shoulda just said
Now going to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that platinum
Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum
I got a platinum rollie, whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me
All industry fake enemy and rap shit
It's 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 bitch breathe

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

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