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

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I'm it rain, yeah I changed the weather
I it down, put it right 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 in Bentleys
I'm over in Illi, I'm rockin' it
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 niggas be
We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the
I it, package, then I ship 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 and cappin', had to make it happen
All of my niggas we swervin' in
My diamonds dancin' just like Tony
I take a from Brazil to Atlanta
I come out the water, got bricks the (?)
They comin' in, nigga tell me order
My niggas get money, I in a foreign
And the coupes with the paint and the
Valet that Bugatti, I'm winnin'
My niggas stackin', they got on millis
I'm bands, I'm the man in my city
I'm money, niggas hatin' like really
I'm gettin' money, ain't fuckin' with me
I'm gettin' mili, I got mili on
I it, pack it up to the ceilin'
I'm money, niggas know that I'm killin'
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 niggas you 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 what I'm
No cappin' had to make my momma
I got Louie, Gucci, now look at me funny
They say Boy you get all of this money
Them niggas cause I'm hot as the sun
strapped with the automatic gun
Fuckin' the 100s, I don't do the
Breakin' bricks to cookies and crumbs

I'm the one that see up
Ice all me, yup
Hit the bank some freeze up
You might see me on street, yup
In the and the VIP, yup
What you talkin' bout