Luyện nghe bài hát Where Ya At

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Hey now, an all-star
But the you be with, they are sub-par
But the bitches you be with, be cock-blockin'
Hope you put the kid to sleep, they be
You could really get meat, get this hot sausage
And I'm way too to beef, I just buy a body
And I really kick my feet up and that's not
Yeah I really my feet up, let a thot massage 'em

Where ya ass was at when I was the Hot Boys?
Prolly watchin' Baller Blockin', eatin'
ya ass was at? You was in the drought, boy
I was at the fight bringin' out Floyd

Say she love me 'cause I'm back, she outgoin'
I possess a drank, fat like Samoan
I just told my goons I got it, I waved 'em off
I told Tunechi I got it and he said, "Of course"
Lose my mind the time I ever take a loss
I work too for takin' off, I'm takin' off
Really to see a billion, all in arm's reach
Sleep on a hammock in the middle of two trees
My can't sleep, all they hearin' is them cars screech
My bitch can't sleep, all she hearin' is car keys
I'm sipped out and I'm way too tired to talk, please
I'm sipped out and I'm way too tired, I'm yawning

Where ya ass was at I was 15 in a Porsche?
Where ya ass be at when we be all these corks?
Where ya ass be at? Know prolly with them dorks
I'm prolly with bitches that be poppin' pills and snort

in my mouth, no Swarovski
I'm hittin' with the pistol, oh I'm off-key
And the money, in godspeed
I'm slow, Lisa Turtle, Lark Voorhies
the treasure chest, inside was a heartbeat
And had us hustlin' out a RV
We had to and steal, balled, Steve Harvey
We had to stash and steal, balled, Steve
And we set a nigga up eHarmony
And bitch plain, nigga, and your car cheap
And we leave your brain right there on broad's cheek
And we leave some stains right there on your
And the purple rain right here in the drink
Yeah the purple rain right here in the drink
And to fight the pain, nigga, like a horse
And we complain, nigga, and we don't blink

And you're dumb as and I swear his ass don't think
I think you run with 12 and I think these hoes quiet
I be so 'cause I swear his hoe's style's weak
I'm movin' slow as hell but the comin' godspeed
I'm movin' slow as hell but the money comin'

I told a pussy nigga, "Call your henchman, nigga"
I just on a nigga mid-sentence, nigga
Fiend searchin' in a haystack for syringes,
Dopeman got 'em like some ninjas, nigga
Got 'em tweakin', got 'em lurkin', got 'em cringin',
them symptoms, nigga, I can prevent 'em, nigga
Split a nigga's head in two, that's split decisions,
Been to Hell and back, came in mint condition, nigga
Feel like Heaven racks, return to spend a nigga
Feel Heaven's only lackin' your attendance, nigga
Feel like stuntin', drop them tops but not windows, nigga
Toss out your demo, I ain't even like your intro,
I just went Kimbo with tempo, un momento, nigga
You my M.O., nigga, spit that A.M.M.O., nigga, blat

I ask my where ya ass was at
To all my fans, I'm back, they pushed the album back, fuck