Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Thug, Chris Ward & Sir Daily)

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

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

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

Ward]
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with them N Blue
It's the yellow puller, from the Yellowstone Boule'
You know me, and I stay gon full of
and dazing, off that purple dank
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off purple drank
I'm to introduce you, to the syrup and soda
Cause y'all know how we do, we put our syrup in
Your girl controller, this fresh herb I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and eyes look swoll up
They call me Chris Ward, I know you the name
It's common like a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I burn a flame
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
M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn
Why rain on em, when I could a hurricane nigga

- 2x]

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

- 4x]