Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am of Egor
This 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, you, punk bitch

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

Players, get with my bare hands
Got the that 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

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

But it's a new day, so make way
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the
Hold up, yo, I said hold up, he come
J motherfucking Ro and he's 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 style is

Peep it, keep it in your brain until the one
My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when I
One, two, three, is who I be
I got more than a cemetery

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

Freak it, E-Swift, it
ya give 'em up peak after funk when they seek it?
I used to walk the with my pops playing poo-tat
Now they be like who that and shit, how he do

(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 play the seats
I rip shit Cali to the Valley of the Jeep Beats
They call me Uncle Sam 'cause my skills'll tax all
Call y'all them niggas need to ball y'all
(Suckas)

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

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

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