Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am of Egor
This is doing impressions
He's impressions
Hi

Yo Threat, you
(Yeah)

Who is you nigga, who is
I you from somewhere, The Zoo
(Where you from?)
Why you got with my click, fuck you, punk bitch

And you too, this is L.A. Zoo
And we give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers
Tick tock chrome off that fake gold
Faster bastard, make me have to plaster

Players, get smoked my bare hands
Got the that sway in a wicked way
Tash and J, motherfucking Ro hoe
Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik

And to my homies Bud's for you
Who is dem

Guess who nigga been evrysince?
With the L.A. Zoo, my Threat, Sway and Tense
E motherfucking Swift, I thought you
me some glocks in April, Ninety-Two

But it's a new day, so make way
For the nigge the brown bag wrapped around the forty
Hold up, yo, I said hold up, he come
J Ro and he's buzzing off the rum

It's the J-Ro fever, it
I'm prone to grab the and get evil and wreck shit
If I hear, one more, kicking up
Das EFX shit, I'm bombing, my is uncommon

Peep it, keep it in your brain the next one
My rhyme will you up like a muscle when I flex
One, two, three, is who I be
I got more bone a cemetery

Ninety-Three Mandingo, I got my own
My Mexican homey, told me never trust a
But I trust no man, I'm chilling a snowman
I making lots of and the Liks can rip a show and

Freak it, E-Swift, it
Won't ya give 'em up peak after when they seek it?
I used to walk the block my pops playing poo-tat
Now they be like who that and shit, how he do

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats
I rip shit from to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
call me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all cause them niggas need to y'all
(Suckas)

phat pages up and light 'em wit ya lighter
MC's keep the that's like flies from a spider
From the pimp slap, light skin, kid turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then turn around and your lights out

I take to the funk sound man my pager
I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat bitch up
The nigga, knocker, off the vodka
Tash on the mic floats a helicopter

Stop the, presses, the Liks the freshest
I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, dresses
So who them with beats for your ass
The Alkaholik crew, out, my name is Tash

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem

(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem
(Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh)
Who dem niggas, who dem