Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Slim Thug, Ward & Sir Daily)

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

[Slim
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 the dro close to me, stays in the party mode
And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi
We like the kind, that blow pound for
Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top
Surround sound, got the on hit
And all the bopping hoes, on
And all the hating niggaz sick, we blew up quick
Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the
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 top Caddy
your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy

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

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

- 2x]

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

- 4x]