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 wanna 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 wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly like cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out it's getting spooky

Now that 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 ain't write that running the six shit
Tell us who the was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running through the six with my
money you know 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 tryin' to 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 you studied us
with the same flow
Switching up your
We just want a refund, ain't what we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you you king though?

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

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

I got to take them off of here, that's
I got to them off of here, there's only one
And that's me, you
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he
Sucka he can whoop me
And I know he can't me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole is chump, you understand?
When it to me you understand
Let me get first
Then after I get mine, y'all can do you wanna do

You know you up right?
You just said nothing
Now you're going to to give me a check to stop
All I hear is that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this fake enemy and rap shit
It's really my style we got cash to get
I really started from nothing now it's to shit
almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that breathe

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

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