Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I just know how niggas going to jail
on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool
I just 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 know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I wanna know man
This getting different out here it's getting spooky

Now when that shit went down with Chris, you a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a 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 fuck was Quentin running through the six
(Running through the six with my
Counting money you how it goes
All the real live forever
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you did shit
When I threw that out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up,
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the flow
up your lingo
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you though?

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

Money make a fake ass nigga look real
make a sucker that told look trill again
Says a lot all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're real
Heard that other nigga talking we get back yet
Let's keep it short, you ain't get your chick back yet
And now she with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss 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?
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
thinks he good
Sucka thinks he can me
And I know he can't me and I
Hey boy, the nigga style is chump, you understand?
When it to me you understand
Let me get first
Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do

You know you fucked up
You shoulda just said
Now you're going to have to give me a check to
All I hear is platinum platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum
I got a rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, ask me shit
All this fake enemy and rap shit
It's never really my we got cash to get
I really from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let bitch breathe

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

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