Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Talkin Bout

All dem niggas there

Fuck

I thought you knew us
You know what we on this
on rhyme
Anybody
Fuck all

We run the streets, come run my game
We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a
And we up on the quickness up the side of you
Keep heat, big heat to drop on you
Nigga we the streets hot
just us and the cops
And niggas die in shady spots hustlin rock
money rule the world
and girls, fly
Did ya seen?
Never, dreamless, these things
That the world we live in what it is
And though paper you would die
It's a shame is real on these wheels
Foes on a smoke weed
Me and Bad and
In an ice
Big that let a nigga have to come out
down Atlanta, go on, come out
Hit the liquor store nigga used to run out
up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout

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

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

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

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

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

Hahaha,

We run these
And some big dope

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

Still blastin at close
ain't changed
We the
But we blast and to maintain
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 homeboy
up dogg?

What Cha Talkin
What Cha Bout
Cha Talkin Bout