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 beef with my click, fuck you, punk

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

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

And to my homies this for you
Who is dem

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

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 fever, catch 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 style is

Peep it, keep it in 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

Ninety-Three Mandingo, I got my own
My Mexican homey, me never trust a gringo
But I trust no man, I'm like a snowman
I making lots of dough and the can rip a show and

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

Rhyme phat 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, crew then turn around and punch your out

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

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