Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am of Egor
nigga 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 beef with my click, fuck you, punk

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

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

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

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

But it's a new day, so make way
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped the forty
Hold up, yo, I said up, here he come
J motherfucking Ro and he's 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, nigga up
Das EFX shit, I'm bombing, my is uncommon

Peep it, it in your brain until the next one
My rhyme 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, me never trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm chilling a snowman
I making lots of and the Liks can rip a show and

it, E-Swift, freak it
Won't ya give 'em up peak after funk they seek it?
I used to walk the block with my pops 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 makes play the cheap seats
I rip shit from to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
They call me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all
Call y'all cause them niggas need to ball
(Suckas)

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

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

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

(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