Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I just wanna know how niggas to jail
Telling on niggas, coming home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga 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 shit getting different out here it's 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 tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at neck
I just wanna know, if you ain't write running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six
(Running the six with my woes
money you know how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
When I that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie mother up
Fuck sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking dork you changed the style because you us
Coming with the flow
Switching up lingo
We just want a refund, ain't what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we for
Spitting another shit, but you claim you king though?

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

Money make a ass nigga look real again
Money make a sucker that told look again
Says a lot about all the people that's him
But I'ma show you ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get 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 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 thinks he
Sucka thinks he can me
And I know he can't me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you
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 up right?
You shoulda just nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a check to
All I hear is platinum that this
I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
Niggas frauds I the truth, don't ask me shit
All industry fake enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got to get
I really started from now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked bitch
Hold up, let that bitch

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 my dues?
Didn't I the storm?
is gone and I'm here

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