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 know you somewhere, The Zoo
(Where you from?)
Why you got with my click, fuck you, punk bitch

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

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

And to my homies this for you
Who is dem

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

But it's a new day, so way shortie
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped 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 to grab the microphone 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 lift you up like a muscle I flex
One, two, three, is who I be
I got more bone a cemetery

Mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, me never trust a gringo
But I no man, I'm chilling like 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 funk when seek it?
I used to walk the block with my pops playing
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

on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats
I rip shit from Cali to the of the Jeep Beats
call me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all cause them need to ball y'all
(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 around and punch your lights out

I take to the funk sound man since my
I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat 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 bitches in the tight, tight
So who niggas with beats for your ass
The Alkaholik crew, peace out, my 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