Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Slim Thug, Chris & Sir Daily)

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

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

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

[Chris
Off top bitch, you who
C. Mobstyle, and with them Boyz N Blue
the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone Boule'
You know me, and what I stay gon of
Blazing and dazing, off purple dank
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off purple drank
I'm bout to introduce you, to the and soda
Cause know how we do, we put our syrup in soda
Your girl controller, smell this herb I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look up
They call me Chris Ward, I know you the name
It's like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I could burn a
You ought to listen to me Watts, now you could learn some
When I'm perving mayn, I swerve lanes
Blessing the ghettos, with my herb and slang
It's M.O.B. style, I need not go no mayn
Why on em, when I could form a hurricane nigga

- 2x]

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

- 4x]