Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dat Boy

[Verse 1: Tyler, The
Yo, who dat Who him is?
Him nig-ga, I swear
Stand up guy, him need no chair
Well, where the him at?
nigga, I'm right here
I don't at the mall, all y'all just
Dumb
I'm a artist
You can give me some markers and draw you a closet
And you know that GOLF
Bitch gon' and make the
fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffin
Cons, overalls, and a shirt
The boy swag like a broken faucet
runnin', nigga, I'm runnin'
Shit, that cherry be the like he ran in Boston
stop 'til the cops surround him
One jiggy and the other awesome
With his fuckin' face off, that's how they found him
Young T

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Rocky]
Who dat Who him is?
Who dat Who him is?
Nigga, who dat Who him is?
Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is,
Why you niggas feel that?
Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill that
Mad 'cause a nigga push like that?
Why you bad vibes in the air like that?
Nigga who dem

[Verse 2: A$AP
Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?
Who else step in this bitch jig?
Who else your bitch say got a bick big?
Who else came through with a wrist flick?
Nigga, Guess my pants, do my
around, bitch, you can kiss my ass
Never seen your in this much Raf
Still doin' math I miss my class
Was it '06, had the number 9
Nigga, never mind, wasn't but time before Vince
Had the Gucci gold tips with the
Nigga, dollar sign was my favorite at the time
Fresh freshmen 'til skipped my ass
citizen, don't forget my pass
Been that nigga and you that there
Make the dick disappear, how she do that

[Chorus: Tyler, The & A$AP Rocky]
Who dat Who him is?
Who dat Who him is?
Nigga, who dat Who him is?
Who dem Nigga, who dem is, nigga?
Why you niggas feel that?
Mad a nigga's neck chill like that
Mad a nigga push weight like that?
Why you puttin' bad in the air?

3: Tyler, The Creator & A$AP Rocky]
Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a
my other fuckin' business ventures
These niggas days
Actin' like bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)
Teeth is glistenin', Jesus,
He just shittin', she exquisite, be expensive (oh, no, nigga)
And I don't need attention
WANG$AP on the sticker, fuck you niggas
Fuck global warming, my is so frio
I'm currently for '95 Leo
My mom say she worried I'm so ill
I should in bed, but got too much bread
To make, she said my weight
So I stayed home and start some meals
Get out of my way, way
Boy that's McLaren, 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm gone

Outro: Tyler, The Creator]
Call me, me, call me, uh
me, call me, call me, uh
Call me, call me, me, uh
me, call me, call me
Call me, how you
Call me, my is Lonely, nice to meet you
Here's my number, you can me, woo!
911, call me, me some time
911, call me, call me some
911, call me, call me time
911, me
911, me