Luyện nghe bài hát Who Want It

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


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

we been the killas everything
from wets
to death
the yet
and niggas their neck check
best to protect

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

debt
and rest the sqad
we reck whole set
we rep the
you reppin get wrong
speak on your songy
them home
stone
and broken
leave us the fuck alone

keep it runnin thru
cant stomach what
the D got
until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy
we poppin off
a spot at the top

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

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

Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in club
Man im gettin me some fo i leave up out this mug
And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, you ma'am
I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your
Now lets get out, lets start some shit tonight
Just let me the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight
we get the fighting, and Throughout
This music makes me rally, how they play that new trick trick
And expect no-one to get shit spit
It's just too wild, and one shot of hypnotic
And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a out
Homies is like you're to static
And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing micheal jackson
And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel partying
Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and my screws out
It never fails, I'm know I'm going to
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 shit in the club boy (who want it)
touched up (who it)
up (who want it)
X2

i hear screamin
god it
there goes the
there aint no hymn
that think that we cranked up
but he w them

its and them
sqad gangstas
you get to him

we down for the and the brawl
but now we him
see ever we started
you might of had to pardon our
from the largest
they that we retarded
and charges us over

nude and
some of their got dropped
you think im
bring it
come on see what you got
we make the club go (gun shot)
you got light noise
see ain't nobody with this nigga and this white boy
been through the realest and the pros
street ?? just hoes
we put the on
and him beat it out of them clothes

we dont a f**k about nothin you used to do
your record is equalient to high musical
no jimmy lovine paul or dre
me for everything i say
cause i got him

got big with big guns (who want it)
to my hood, get some (who want 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 niggas heads of