Luyện nghe bài hát Whippin' My Wrist

You gotta chase teams man
I'm above the clouds on a jet
I got all designer on me (?)

Whippin' my wrist, my wrist
Whippin' my wrist, my wrist
my wrist, whippin' my wrist
Got all these bricks, get it I'm stackin', I'm
Lil Soulja's too
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
my wrist, whippin' my wrist
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
To get all bricks, stack it and flip
Lil too rich

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I'm it rain, yeah I changed the weather
I break it down, put it back together
Got Louie, Gucci, all on my sweater
My niggas we don't see no contenders
My niggas go hard, my niggas millis
I'm swervin', ridin' and I'm drivin' in
I'm in Illi, I'm rockin' it silly
I'm rockin' and she lookin' like "really?"
on Benjis while swervin' in Bentleys
We for the cops, niggas be snitchin'
Got millis on millis, you be silly
We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the
I wrap it, package, then I it
All of my we get it
All of my niggas we it
Catch the then (?)
Niggas get acquitted, got cause we got no limits
I'm trappin' and cappin', had to make it
All of my niggas we in Phantoms
My diamonds dancin' like Tony Montana
I take a trip from Brazil to
I come out the water, got like the (?)
comin' in, nigga tell me your order
My niggas get money, I in a foreign
And the coupes with the paint and the
park that Bugatti, I'm winnin'
My stackin', they got millis on millis
I'm bands, I'm the man in my city
I'm gettin' money, niggas hatin' like
I'm gettin' money, niggas ain't fuckin' me
I'm mili, I got mili on mili
I it, pack it up to the ceilin'
I'm gettin' money, know that I'm killin'
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it
My niggas stackin', ya my niggas they it
We stackin' money, we got on milis
We swervin', ridin', and we in Bentleys
My niggas and ya my niggas get it
All of you you gotta get it
All of my we got to get it
to trap out the bank with 20 pounds of midgets
20 pounds of midget, what I'm trappin'
No cappin' had to make my happy
I got Louie, Gucci, now they at me funny
They say Soulja Boy you get all of this
Them niggas cause I'm hot as the sun
Soulja strapped the automatic gun
the 100s, I don't do the ones
Breakin' bricks to cookies and crumbs

I'm the one they see up
Ice all me, yup
Hit the with some freeze up
You might see me on street, yup
In the and the VIP, yup
What you talkin' nigga?