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 that vibe when we show up and
Me and the guys move just the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep them ghetto (Hills)
Was talkin' but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
Know she keep an mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she mine
I need less and I need more ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't the best yet, open up your eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, that's the 'til I slide (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

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

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

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, the countdown 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I up on my side
no fence just a hundred acres wide
When get tense, we twist up and we get fried

Was in the movie (movie)
Never make (no)
It was to move it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We trained to use it (hey)
was train to use it (train)
Shoot you like (shoot)
Hit your medulla,

at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
Then shoot producer
shit for the gang,
get banged and on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie

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