Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am of Egor
This is doing impressions
doing impressions
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, punk

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

Players, get smoked with my 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

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

But a new day, so make way shortie
For the nigge with the bag wrapped around the forty
Hold up, yo, I hold up, here he come
J motherfucking Ro and 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, 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 than a cemetery

Mandingo, I got my own lingo
My Mexican homey, told me trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm like 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 when they it?
I to walk the block with my pops playing 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 niggas play the cheap seats
I rip shit from Cali to the Valley of the Jeep
They me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all y'all
y'all cause them niggas need to ball 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, skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew turn around and punch your lights out

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

the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest
I'm for the bitches in the tight, tight dresses
So who them niggas 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