Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard talkin' 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 guys just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she Ocean Prime
Know she keep an open mouth and open
I open up her door, she open mine
I need stress and I need more ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the yet, open up your eyes, yeah

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

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

Had to buy more
Had to count the
Had to up the Os (big bag)
Had to the hoes (ay)
the federal (12)
I rolled the light (skrr, skrr)
the dice (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that (Gucci, Gucci)
down and groovy
To get down, get
bitch brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride

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

Was in the movie (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 medulla, yeah

Shoot at, shoot at shooters (yeah)
shoot your producer
This for the gang,
get banged and fuck on the group, she a (yeah)
her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the 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 up on my side
Ain't no fence just a acres wide
shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried