Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

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

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

I my favorite dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the
I that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, 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 things I is helpin' me (oh yeah)

Had to buy more
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' Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and
To get down, get
That bitch and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride iconic

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

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 trained to use it (hey)
was train to use it (train)
Shoot you like (shoot)
Hit your medulla,

Shoot at, shoot at them (yeah)
Then shoot your
shit for the gang,
get banged and 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 cuddle up not a movie

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 just a hundred acres
When get tense, we twist up and we get fried