Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

Know I'm saying, know what I'm saying
what I'm saying

Heard they shit 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, just one to revive (yeah)
Keep vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the move just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean
Know she keep an open and open mind
I don't up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, up your eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I (slide)
and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres
When shit get tense, we up and we get fried

I picked my favorite I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it back in self (yeah)
We took the crib, the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't
All I it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)

Had to buy some
Had to count the
Had to up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the (ay)
Dodge the (12)
I through the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and
To get down, get
That brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my ride iconic

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown I slide (slide)
and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get

Was born in the (movie)
make excuses (no)
It was time to it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We were to use it (hey)
They was to use it (train)
Shoot you Cupid (shoot)
Hit medulla, yeah

Shoot at, shoot at shooters (yeah)
Then shoot your
This for the gang,
get banged and fuck on the group, she a (yeah)
her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks I'm them cuddle up this not a movie

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
Ain't no fence a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get