Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Thug, Chris 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 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 party
And get thoed, when the hand of Bacardi
We the kind, that blow pound for pound
town to town, Boss Hogg with the top down
Surround sound, got the on hit
And all the bopping hoes, on
And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we blew up
Same boys that we grew up with, trying to get the
That Slim get, cause Slim's the
And so is his click, and so is his
We blast off fast, shot from the bricks
So you see me rolling, in my drop top Caddy
Throw peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy

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

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

- 2x]

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

- 4x]