Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

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

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

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

Money make a fake ass look real again
Money make a sucker that look trill again
Says a lot about all the people that's him
But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas real again
that other nigga talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, nigga you 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 them off of here, right
I got to take 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 he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you
Let me get mines
Then after I get mine, y'all can do you wanna do

You know you up right?
You shoulda just nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a to stop
All I hear is platinum that this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
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 really started from nothing now it's back to
Puffy almost caught a when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let bitch breathe

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

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