Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Slim Thug, Ward & Sir Daily)

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

Thug]
Mic 1-2, 1-2
Residing the Boss, of the N Blue
Slim T, H-U to the G
Bout to get shit 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 the kind, that blow pound for pound
Rolling town to town, Boss with 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
Same boys that we 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, 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, Dirty South Hoggs
What you about, them young Outlawz
you know about, my gangsta crew ha
What you know about, them Boyz N Blue

Ward]
Off top bitch, you who
C. Ward Mobstyle, and with Boyz N Blue
It's the yellow bone puller, from the Yellowstone
You know me, and what I stay gon 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 know how we do, we put our syrup in soda
Your girl controller, smell fresh herb I rolled up
When you smoke you choke, and your eyes look up
They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the
common like catching a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I burn a flame
You ought to to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs
I'm perving mayn, I swerve through 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 maker, down low cake baker
Break a hoe a pimp, cause I'm not your savior
Paint wet like a sailor, when I'm flipping in
the page on you haters, never trusting you traitors
All these hoes trying to date us, see we with vapor
Young nigga getting money, never 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
over do's closed, I'm a pro at breaking
These tracks, how you think I got these
Hustle on the block, my cheese packs
Busting at the cops, fool I gats
Thugging till I'm out, like
I'm busting on your mouth, if you stop green
rugged down South, so we crawl clean Lacs

- 4x]