Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am Captain of
nigga is doing impressions
He's doing
Hi

Yo Threat, you
(Yeah)

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

And fuck you too, is L.A. Zoo
And we don't give a mad fuck about you ass suckers
Tick tock chrome off fake gold watch
Faster bastard, don't make me have to

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

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

Guess who been down evrysince?
the L.A. Zoo, my nigga Threat, Sway and Tense
E Swift, I thought you knew
Looted me some glocks in April,

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

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

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

Mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, told me trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm chilling a snowman
I making of dough and the Liks can rip a show and

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

(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

Tash on the mic 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 cause them niggas need to ball y'all
(Suckas)

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

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

Stop the, presses, the Liks rock the
I'm looking for the bitches in the tight, tight
So who them niggas with for your ass
The crew, peace 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