Luyện nghe bài hát Wet My Whistle

[Sara
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, ya radio
Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me
wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping
You got me
So won't you wet my whistle, boy you me crazy
And I can't get

1]
(It's him) With the the Double O-M
You can feel the breeze the Rover, the Benz
You can hear it over and again
As I get and closer, then
by the pose with the blow and the dro and the blend, with the soldier grin
Rolling by the sto' with the 4-0, sitting in my lap Ice Cube way back when
But we too grown, so we roll by a hoe in the two tone, Benz
(He ain't even from the hood) it to the streets
Nigga yelling that to me, you selling for cheap
You best to walking, unless you'd like to be offed'en
For less then the of a coffin
Nigga where them dollars at' up your face
I'm smelling you aroma, you up the place
Before I start K'ing up the place, is what you fearing

[Chorus: Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9")]
Adjust your
Boy you got me tripping (This is you hearing, Boom)
Boy you got me tripping (This is you hearing, Boom)
wet my whistle (Boom)
Boy you got me tripping (This is for the trunks with thangs in 'em, Boom)
You got me heated (This is for the trunks with thangs)
So won't you wet my (Boom)
Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with thangs in 'em, Boom)
And I get enough

2]
It's him, the B-to the Double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the
You can hear it over and again
As I get and closer, then
Sounding a plane on the landing strip
Wheels looking fans on a whip
Backseat of my Benz lets swing an
Come on, on ya man ma, he don't have to know
I got a room like the Real confessional
Booth, I allow true professional
(Can we the camera off')
Uh-uh, a no
(Can I put my on ya seat')
Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a to ya hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him, like he that hood nigga
Riding in that BF tire
My status in the streets don't
When the haters come like the static in the speakers

3]
Boom, niggaz at the car wash looking (looking) (scheming)
Tires (gleaming) ya'll stay mad
At the wood in the parque dash
Stash in the deck, banging (banging)
Off the fiberglass of the (like Boom)
While we hanging, doing our
Me and one of my mayne, it's a summertime

[Outro: Sara
Boom...haha...'I-C
Boy you got me
Boy you got me
And I get enough