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 with my click, fuck you, punk bitch

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

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

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

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

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

the J-Ro 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 is uncommon

it, keep it in your brain until 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 than a

Ninety-Three Mandingo, I got my own
My Mexican homey, told me trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm like a snowman
I making lots of dough and the Liks can rip a and

it, E-Swift, freak it
Won't ya 'em up peak after funk when they seek it?
I used to walk the block with my pops poo-tat
Now be like who that 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 niggas the cheap seats
I rip shit from Cali to the of the Jeep Beats
They call me Uncle Sam my skills'll tax all y'all
Call y'all cause them niggas need to y'all
(Suckas)

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

I take to the funk man since my pager
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 rock the freshest
I'm for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses
So who them niggas with beats for 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