Luyện nghe bài hát Whippin' My Wrist

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

Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Whippin' my wrist, my wrist
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Got all bricks, get it I'm stackin', I'm packin'
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 makin' it rain, yeah I the weather
I break it down, put it right together
Got Louie, Gucci, all on my sweater
My niggas winnin' we see no contenders
My niggas go hard, my niggas millis
I'm swervin', and I'm drivin' in Bentleys
I'm over in Illi, I'm it silly
I'm rockin' Fendi and she lookin' "really?"
Benjis on Benjis while swervin' in
We watchin' for the cops, niggas be
Got millis on millis, you be silly
We it, pack it, stack it up to the ceilin'
I wrap it, package, then I it
All of my we get it
All of my we kill it
the case then (?)
Niggas get acquitted, got cause we got no limits
I'm trappin' and cappin', had to it happen
All of my we swervin' in Phantoms
My diamonds dancin' just like Montana
I take a trip Brazil to Atlanta
I come out the water, got bricks the (?)
They comin' in, nigga tell me your
My get money, I swerve in a foreign
And the coupes with the and the spoiler
park that Bugatti, I'm winnin'
My niggas stackin', they got on millis
I'm runnin' bands, I'm the man in my
I'm gettin' money, niggas hatin' really
I'm gettin' money, niggas fuckin' with me
I'm mili, I got mili on mili
I stack it, it up to the ceilin'
I'm gettin' money, niggas know that I'm
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it
My niggas stackin', ya my niggas they it
We money, we got milis on milis
We swervin', ridin', and we in Bentleys
My talk and ya my niggas get it
All of you you gotta get it
All of my we got to get it
Used to trap out the bank 20 pounds of midgets
20 pounds of midget, that's I'm trappin'
No cappin' had to make my happy
I got Louie, Gucci, now they look at me
They say Soulja Boy you get all of this
niggas hated cause I'm hot as the sun
Soulja strapped the automatic gun
Fuckin' the 100s, I do the ones
Breakin' bricks down to cookies and

I'm the one that see up
Ice all me, yup
Hit the bank with freeze up
You see me on your street, yup
In the and the VIP, yup
What you bout nigga?