Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Talkin Bout

All dem niggas right

Fuck

I you knew about us
You know what we on this
1-87 on
killa
Fuck all

We run the streets, come run with my
We paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang
And we ride up on the up the side of you
Keep heat, big just to drop on you
Nigga we keep the hot
It's us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin
Guess rule the world
and girls, fly
Did ya never
Never, even dreamless, things
make the world we live in what it is
And though with paper you die
It's a shame what is real on wheels
Foes on a hundred weed
Me and Bad and
In an ice
Big strap that let a nigga have to out
down Atlanta, go on, come out
Hit the liquor when nigga used to run out
Throwin up the gang hollerin Cha Talkin Bout

What Cha Talkin
What Cha Bout
What Cha Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Bout
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin
Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin (Anybody kill a whole mob)

Though we all live it up
'fo the lights go out in house
No one is gon' get
Fillin all doubts, and out
Only when ya sure to take a
Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light blast
If the guns get cha
It's sure to be the
Why ask why? You believe his answer
He it up and just about to get your chances
It's a baby I've knowin,
Trust of you could go insurin
Gats at close or betrayal of my trust
Only me one change, it's just us
Who at the poppa stops
Gangsta your G shit
Makin million dollar
million dollar scams
It be a trillion man
y'all, I'm gettin rich
The world me sick
I really wanna it up
It's I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up
I stay and stay composed with no doubts
Throwing up Pound hollerin...

Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin
What Cha Talkin Bout (I have enough in the touch to know everythang)
What Cha Talkin
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (We run street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Bout
What Cha Bout
What Cha Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin
Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)

We run these streets 'cause we all tryna it up
Mashin for this dream and never we give it up
Puttin up with
The world let us hear no fury
Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich a big plan to touch 'em
nothin
Provin, I can make a difference
Any ??? 'll speak then
All that jackin at gettin payed
One of the two main reasons I rappin
It just
The peace so niggas don't
Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm tryin
Till I all my times boy, I hit the line
Someone defy the law
I've what I was looking for
Even it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get heaven through some open door
Even though it's hard, you've gotta go for yours
Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through open door
Even though hard, you've still gotta go for yours

What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin
What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have in the touch to know everythang)
Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Bout
Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)
What Cha Talkin
Cha Talkin Bout
What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast to gang bang)
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin
What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody a whole mob)

Hahaha,

We run streets
And big dope sacks

Smoke some, some
That's I'm talkin about

Still at close range
ain't changed
We the
But we blast and mash to
Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, and Mr B-A-D
Gang
But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all
To my big C-Style
up dogg?

What Cha Talkin
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin