Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

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

Now when that shit went with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my to get respect (you a fraud)
So that tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you write that 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 how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of to tie your mother up
Fuck your in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking dork you changed the style because you us
with the same flow
Switching up lingo
We just want a refund, this ain't what we for
Every time that we come, we get what we for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king

I just wanna know, I just know
How these niggas acting like 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 where you really got your flow?
(Milli that nigga)

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

I got to take 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 he good
Sucka he can whoop me
And I he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga style is chump, you understand?
When it to me you understand
Let me get mines
Then after I get mine, y'all can do you wanna do

You know you fucked up
You shoulda said nothing
Now you're going to 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 the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap
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 bitch

this is called poppin' shit
no cut on it
If your get hurt
You feel like ohhh an arrogant little
No this is the truth and the truth
Haven't I paid my
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 back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja Rule shit and 50