Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)

(*talking*)
Slim uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the N Blue

[Slim
Mic 1-2, 1-2
Residing the Boss, of the Boyz N
Slim T, H-U to the G
Bout to get this jumping, like it's 'pose to be
I keep the dro close to me, stays in the mode
And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi
We like the kind, blow pound for pound
Rolling town to town, Hogg with the top down
sound, got the streets on hit
And all the hoes, on dick
And all the hating niggaz sick, we blew up quick
Same that we grew up with, trying to get the shit
That Slim get, cause the shit
And so is his click, and so is his
We off fast, shot from cross the bricks
So you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy
Throw your peace sign, and say hey daddy

- 2x]
What you about, them Dirty South Hoggs
What you about, them young Outlawz
you know about, my gangsta crew ha
What you know about, them N Blue nigga

Ward]
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with Boyz N Blue
the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule'
You know me, and what I gon full of
Blazing and dazing, off that dank
leaning and codeine'ing, off that purple drank
I'm bout to you, to the syrup and soda
y'all know how we do, we put our syrup in soda
Your controller, smell this fresh herb I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and eyes look swoll up
They me Chris Ward, I know you heard the name
It's common like a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I could a flame
You ought to to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs
When I'm perving mayn, I swerve through
the ghettos, with my gutter herb and slang
It's M.O.B. style, I need not go no mayn
Why rain on em, when I could form a hurricane

- 2x]

[Sir
Now I'm a young money maker, down low cake
Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your
Paint wet like a sailor, I'm flipping in gator
Turn the on you haters, never trusting you traitors
All these hoes trying to date us, see we with vapor
Young nigga money, never missing my paper
Snakes in my yard, laying low and waiting
I'ma break off the breaker, cause I they hating
Throwing bows till I fold, no escaping
Show's over closed, I'm a pro at breaking
These tracks, how you think I got these
Hustle on the block, my cheese packs
Busting at the cops, I squeeze gats
Thugging I'm out, like Roxenette
I'm on your mouth, if you stop green backs
It's rugged South, so we crawl clean Lacs

- 4x]