Luyện nghe bài hát Whatcha Know

(featuring Slim Thug, Ward & Sir Daily)

(*talking*)
Thugger uh, Boss Hogg Outlawz
We be the Boyz N Blue nigga, we be the 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, it's 'pose to be
I the dro close to me, stays in the party mode
And get thoed, the hand of Bacardi hold
We like the kind, that blow for pound
Rolling town to town, Boss Hogg with the top
Surround sound, got the on hit
And all the hoes, on dick
And all the hating niggaz sick, cause we up quick
Same boys that we grew up with, to get the shit
That Slim get, cause 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
Throw peace sign, and say hey pimp daddy

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

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 purple
Sometimes leaning and codeine'ing, off that drank
I'm bout to you, to the syrup and soda
y'all 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 swoll up
They call me Chris Ward, I know you heard the
It's common like a Colombian, with a bird of caine
I'm hot, so hot I could burn a
You ought to to me Watts, now you could learn some thangs
I'm perving mayn, I swerve through lanes
Blessing the ghettos, my gutter herb and slang
M.O.B. style, I need not go no further mayn
Why rain on em, when I form a hurricane nigga

- 2x]

[Sir
Now I'm a young money maker, down low cake
Break a hoe like a pimp, cause I'm not your
Paint wet 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 getting money, never missing my paper
Snakes dwelling in my yard, laying low and
I'ma off the breaker, cause I know they hating
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
Hustle on the block, moving my cheese
Busting at the cops, I squeeze gats
Thugging I'm out, like Roxenette
I'm on your mouth, if you stop green backs
It's rugged South, so we crawl clean Lacs

- 4x]