Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I just know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand
Ain't got no money in real life, but popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but 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 shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
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 your
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
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
your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I you buttercup
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
with the same flow
Switching up your
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
Every that we come, we get what we came for
another niggas shit, but you claim you king though?

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

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

I got to take off of here, that's right
I got to take them off of here, only one
And that's me, you
all that fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he
Sucka he can whoop me
And I know he can't me and I
Hey boy, the whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you
Let me get mines
after 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 hear is platinum that this
I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, ask me shit
All this industry enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got to get
I started from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that
Hold up, let bitch breathe

Yeah this is called poppin'
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?
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 this is lit
This that Ja shit and 50 cent