Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

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 ghetto ties (Hills)
Was Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
Know she keep an open mouth and 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, with 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, 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 twist up and we get

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 it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flipped the like it's the beach
We did some things out on the that we can't speak
All I it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I don't think these things I 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 the light (skrr, skrr)
the dice (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This and groovy
To get down, get
That bitch and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La (woo), my bitch ride iconic

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

Was born in the (movie)
Never excuses (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)
They was to use it (train)
you like Cupid (shoot)
Hit your medulla,

Shoot at, at them shooters (yeah)
Then shoot your
This 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)
Pull up the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie

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