Luyện nghe bài hát Wet My Whistle

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

1]
(It's him) With the the Double O-M
You can feel the breeze from the Rover, the
You can hear it over and over
As I get and closer, then
Rolling by the pose with the blow and the dro and the blend, with the soldier
Rolling by the with the 4-0, sitting in my lap like Ice Cube way back when
But we too grown, so we roll by a hoe in the two tone, Maybach
(He ain't even the hood) sell it to the streets
Nigga yelling to me, you selling that 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 hating up the
Before I K'ing up the place, this is what you fearing

Sara 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)
Baby wet my (Boom)
Boy you got me (This is for the trunks with them thangs in 'em, Boom)
You got me heated (This is for the trunks with thangs)
So you wet my whistle' (Boom)
Boy you drive me crazy (This is for the with them thangs in 'em, Boom)
And I get enough

2]
It's him, the B-to the Double O-M
You can feel the from the Rover, the Benz
You can hear it over and over
As I get and closer, then
Sounding like a plane on the strip
looking like fans on a whip
Backseat of my Benz swing an episode
Come on, on ya man ma, he don't have to know
I got a like the Real World 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 light to ya with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him, he that hood rich nigga
Riding in that BF tire
My status in the don't matter
When the haters come thru like the in the speakers

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

Sara Stokes]
Boom...haha...'I-C
Boy you got me
Boy you got me
And I get enough