Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It

we baby
(yea go)
i told i was commin back
(we time)


???
its trick
(yeah)
and slim shady (hahahahahaaa)
(what)
gettin yoa!
get your hands up

we the killas with everything
from chest
to treaths
the yet
and gettin their neck check
check to protect

detroit is only known
for the threats
so bet
we got
and

debt
and rest the goon
we reck your set
we rep the
you reppin get wrong
on your songy songs
sendin them
sprone
and bones
better us the fuck alone

keep it runnin niggas
even stomach what
the D got
waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the boy
we poppin off
guaranteeing a at the top

first for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem
no you not fucker
so next you see us
be sure that you a hole
and when they the D
get on all fours

got big killas big guns (who want it)
to my hood
get (who want it)
wanna shit in the club boy (who want it)
touched up (who it)
fucked up (who it)
X2

Ooh wow, at the bitches up in this club
Man im gettin me some fo i leave up out this mug
And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you
I ain't you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand
Now lets get blew out, start some shit tonight
Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with
we get the fighting, and Throughout
This music me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick
And no-one to get their shit spit
It's just too wild, and one more shot of
And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a out
Homies is like startin to static
And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing micheal jackson
And gettin Loose now, I wanna fight, I feel like partying
Till' this dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out
It never fails, I'm I'm going to jail
I might as well take the laces out my now

got big killas with big guns (who it)
to my hood, get some (who want it)
wanna start in the club boy (who want it)
touched up (who it)
up (who want it)
X2

i them screamin
god it
there the emineminem
there no hidden hymn
that think we just cranked up
but he w them

its and them
goon sqad
you get to him

we down for the and the brawl
but now we him
see ever since we
you of had to pardon our hardest
from the city
they sayin we retarded
and charges us over

and stop
some of artists got dropped
you im playin
then it
come on see what you got
we the club go bang (gun shot)
you got that light
see ain't nobody fucking with nigga and this white boy
that been the realest and the pros
?? just like hoes
we put the on
and make him it out of them clothes

we dont give a f**k nothin you used to do
your record is equalient to high musical
no blaming jimmy lovine or dre
blame me for i say
i got him nigga

got big killas with big (who want it)
come to my hood, get some (who it)
wanna start in the club boy (who want it)
up (who want it)
fucked up (who it)
X2

no damn (hell no)
fuckin around cuttin these niggas of