Luyện nghe bài hát What Cha Talkin Bout

All dem niggas there

Fuck

I thought you about us
You what we throw on this
on rhyme
Anybody
Fuck all

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

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

Though we all live it up
'fo the go out in your house
No one is get there
all doubts, and hold out
Only when ya to take a loss
Otherwise man get yours, 'cause don't blast
If the guns get cha
It's sure to be the
Why ask You gonna believe his answer
He made it up and just about to get chances
It's a baby been knowin,
Trust of homage you go insurin
Gats at range or betrayal of my trust
Only gave me one change, just us
Who banging at the poppa
network your G shit
Makin dollar plans
Pullin million dollar
It be a dollar man
Fuck y'all, I'm rich
The world me sick
I really wanna it up
It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I give it up
I stay calm and composed with no doubts
Throwing up Dogg hollerin...

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

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

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

Hahaha,

We run streets
And some big dope

Smoke some, some
what I'm talkin about

Still blastin at close
Things changed
We the
But we and mash to maintain
Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, and Mr B-A-D
Gang
But we blast and to maintain on all y'all suckers
To my big C-Style
What up

What Cha Talkin
What Cha Bout
What Cha Talkin