Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard talkin' shit 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, took 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 them ghetto (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Prime
Know she keep an open and open mind
I don't open up her door, she open
I need less stress and I more ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
seen the best yet, open up your eyes, 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 just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we up and we get fried

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

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

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I up on my side
no fence just a hundred 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)
you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla,

at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
Then your producer
shit for the gang,
get and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
up with the sticks I'm makin' 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
shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried