Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I wanna know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still cool
I just wanna how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna
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 really know man
shit getting different out here it's getting spooky

Now when shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get (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 write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin through the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas for you cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was 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 the style because you studied us
Coming with the same
up your lingo
We just a refund, this 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 just wanna know, I wanna know
How these niggas like they true but really faking
People like it go
I just wanna know, I just know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you got your flow?
(Milli that nigga)

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

I got to them off of here, that's right
I got to them off of here, there's only one
And me, you understand?
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he
Sucka thinks he can me
And I know he whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole is chump, you understand?
When it to me you understand
Let me get mines
Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do

You you fucked up right?
You shoulda just nothing
Now going to have to give me a check to stop
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, don't ask me
All this industry fake enemy and rap
It's never my style we got cash to get
I really started from now it's back to shit
Puffy caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch

Yeah this is called shit
no cut on it
If your feelings get
You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant
No this is the and the truth hurts
Haven't I paid my
Didn't I the storm?
is gone and I'm here

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