Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard they talkin' 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, just took one to (yeah)
that vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the guys just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep them ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean
Know she keep an open mouth and open
I don't open up her door, she 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 best yet, open up eyes, yeah

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

I picked my favorite dancer I pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Nick we got the Grinch
I smack 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 can't
All I know it was Mo Bamba on
I don't think these things I took is me (oh yeah)

Had to buy some
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' Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This and groovy
To get down, get
That brown and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La (woo), my bitch 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 a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get

Was born in the (movie)
Never 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)
was train to use it (train)
Shoot you Cupid (shoot)
Hit medulla, yeah

Shoot at, at them shooters (yeah)
Then your producer
shit for the gang,
get and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
her when she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big bankroll soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up with the sticks I'm makin' them 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 just a hundred wide
When shit get tense, we up and we get fried