Luyện nghe bài hát What My Niggas Want

You the type to say I rap, I rhyme, look I
Rap is played out ain't shit for free child
Me and chris lighty checks is we see child
Ice get you sea sick bitch, it get you c now
Diplomat treat you like a beer bottle your cap
Hustler shit, you never a bit of crack
Chain you might get it snatched, to the latch
Since I went to get it back yo type of shit is that
Picture that, wrist is rapped 37
How many diamonds you got on? shit 37
I'm stunting pissy popping by the
Got under the trench and I'm not from colorado
Your a little like your rapping to riddles
Got harlem looking we a pack of skittles
I'm a tyko fanatic, sematic,
Type blow ? , life go dramatic
a habit bitch

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All my niggas who's ready to ride niggas, what
All my soldiers and my living niggas, what what
Money niggas, what what, thug niggas, what,
niggas, whatwhat,
Big gun niggas, what
All my bitches that's ready to wild me, what what
And fuck a away in the ground with me, what what
Money bitches, what what, thug bitches, what,
bitches, what what
All the bitches

Imagine a ho kissing me, a ho me
No I can't have that, not rottisearre
Roglissere, so slippery
Best affiliated with the movie
I make you learn, when your car gone,
Crib burned, jim jones shit like big ern
And you speak that gang slang,
Gun like pop boomerangbang bang bang
girl looking, you packing a whore,
Slapping a whore, foot slacking the door
for sure, yeah that shit happend before
Bitch flurting with me, her man the jaw
What I'm drunk about, what I skunk about
Hope you make it to that year sung about
All these years dripping and
Stay with birds the ones I was and fucking
Ya
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