Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

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

Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a
In New wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at 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 through the six with my
money you know how it goes
All the real live forever
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 type of niggas to tie mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your up, pussy
You sweet, I call you buttercup
You fucking dork you changed the because you studied us
Coming the same flow
Switching up lingo
We want a refund, this ain't what we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting niggas shit, but you claim you king though?

I just know, I just wanna know
How these niggas like they true but really faking
acting like it go
I just wanna know, I just 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 told look trill again
Says a lot about all the that's feeling him
But show you bitch ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other 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 and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you that jet, hold up

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

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

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

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