Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Slim Thug, Chris & Sir Daily)

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

[Slim
Mic 1-2, 1-2
the Boss, of the Boyz N Blue
Young T, H-U to the G
Bout to get this shit jumping, like '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 pound for
Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top
sound, got the streets on hit
And all the hoes, on dick
And all the hating niggaz sick, we blew up quick
Same boys that we up with, trying to get the shit
That Slim get, cause the shit
And so is his click, and so is his
We blast off fast, shot from cross the
So when you see me rolling, in my drop top
your peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy

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

[Chris
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and them Boyz N Blue
It's the yellow bone puller, the Yellowstone Boule'
You know me, and what I stay gon of
Blazing and dazing, off that dank
leaning and codeine'ing, off that purple drank
I'm to introduce you, to the syrup and soda
Cause y'all know how we do, we put our in soda
girl 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 catching a Colombian, with a bird of
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 through
Blessing the ghettos, with my gutter 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 money maker, down low cake baker
Break a hoe like a pimp, I'm not your savior
Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in
Turn the on you haters, never trusting you traitors
All these trying to date us, see we richer 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 know they
Throwing bows till I fold, ain't no
over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking
These tracks, how you think I got these
on the block, moving my cheese packs
Busting at the cops, I squeeze gats
till I'm out, like Roxenette
I'm busting on your mouth, if you stop backs
It's rugged down South, so we clean Lacs

- 4x]