Luyện nghe bài hát Wassup

Yeahh.
Some old shit.
uhhhh, you be at the lunch table
Ha ha ha.
This right here.

Uh
I put my on
Now we in the game but I memba days when I ain't no-one to lean on
I learned to my own
And sing the skys the limit, take a dollar bill and make a paper plane.
And try to make a
And when ya done ya all you give ya everythang
You got what it
I the world my song
lovin it
You can't tell me nothin cause my clique stuntin
Boy

[x4]

So where ya goin, ya lifes on a
From the party to the plane and ya names in the show.
You find way back home, away from all the pressure and a women tryin to stress you
a new one
You've reached a new
They got you lookin at like a new stay
And not a new day
To some it may seem
But fuck it, cause I'm good weed puffin and my whole team
Boy

Yeahhhhhh

And I hop up out the bed
my iPhone
Put some in the swisha
one up
When you live the life
Gotta go hard so you workin all night, when the sun come up

Yeahhhhhh

Hahaha.