Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I just wanna know how going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and with fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't putting it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas still letting it fly it's cool, I really 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 shooters at your
I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real forever baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas for you cause you know 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 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 the same flow
up your lingo
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king

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

Money make a fake ass look real again
Money a sucker that told look trill again
a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're again
Heard other 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 off of here, that's right
I got to take them off of here, there's 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 style is chump, you
When it comes to me you
Let me get mines
Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do

You know you fucked up
You shoulda just said
Now you're to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum that this
I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, ask me shit
All this industry fake and rap shit
It's never really my we got cash to get
I started from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he that bitch
up, let that bitch breathe

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

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