Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

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

Now when that shit went with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans 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 at your 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 through the six with my
money you know how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to a big fish
We the of niggas to tie your mother up
Fuck sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You sweet, I call you buttercup
You dork you changed the style because you studied us
Coming the same flow
Switching up lingo
We just want a refund, this ain't what we for
Every that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting niggas shit, but you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I wanna know
How niggas acting like they true but really 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 Vanilli nigga)

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

I got to take them off of here, right
I got to them off of here, there's only one
And me, you understand?
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
Sucka he good
Sucka he can whoop me
And I know he can't 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 you fucked up right?
You shoulda said nothing
Now you're going to have to give me a to stop
All I is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a chick
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 never really my style we got to get
I really started 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 your feelings get
You feel like that's an arrogant little
No this is the truth and the hurts
Haven't I my dues?
Didn't I weather the
Niggas is and I'm here

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