Luyện nghe bài hát Wet My Whistle

[Sara
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Adjust ya
Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me
wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping
You got me
So you wet my whistle, boy you drive me crazy
And I get enough

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

[Chorus: Stokes + (Royce Da 5'9")]
Adjust radio
Boy you got me (This is what 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 them in 'em, Boom)
You got me heated (This is for the trunks them thangs)
So you wet my whistle' (Boom)
Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the trunks with thangs in 'em, Boom)
And I get enough

2]
It's him, with the B-to the O-M
You can feel the from the Rover, the Benz
You can it over and over again
As I get closer and closer,
Sounding like a plane on the landing
Wheels looking like on a whip
Backseat of my lets swing an episode
Come on, on ya man ma, he don't have to know
I got a room like the World confessional
Booth, I only allow true
(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 light to ya with me
Hop in this car and honey if you wanna be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him, he that hood rich nigga
in that BF Goodrich 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 grain in the parque dash
in the deck, albums banging (banging)
Off the of the Vette (like Boom)
we hanging, doing our thang
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