Luyện nghe bài hát Who Dem Niggas

I am of Egor
This nigga is doing
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 my click, fuck you, punk bitch

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

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

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

Guess who nigga been down
the L.A. Zoo, my nigga 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 with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
up, yo, I said hold up, here he come
J Ro and he's buzzing off the rum

It's the fever, catch it
I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck
If I hear, one more, nigga up
Das EFX shit, I'm bombing, my is uncommon

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

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

it, E-Swift, freak it
Won't ya give 'em up peak funk when they seek it?
I used to the block with my pops playing poo-tat
Now they be 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

on the mic makes niggas 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 cause them niggas need to y'all
(Suckas)

Rhyme phat pages up and light 'em wit ya
MC's the gifts that's like 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 sound man since my
I kick the kind of shit that make you want to your bitch up
The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the
Tash on the mic like a helicopter

the, presses, the Liks rock the freshest
I'm looking for the bitches in the 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