Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

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

Now when that shit went down Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your
I just wanna know, if you ain't write running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you know how it
All the real live forever
And the get exposed)
writing for you cause you know you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big
We the type of to tie your mother up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
with the same flow
Switching up lingo
We just want a refund, this ain't we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another shit, but you claim you king though?

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

Money make a fake ass look real again
Money make a sucker that told look again
Says a lot about all the that's feeling him
But I'ma show you ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other nigga we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, nigga you get your chick back yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that
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 take them off of here, there's one
And me, you understand?
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
Sucka he good
thinks he can whoop me
And I know he whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you
When it 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 just nothing
Now you're to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is platinum platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap
never really my style we got cash to get
I really started nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that
Hold up, let that bitch

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

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