Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard talkin' shit 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, took one to revive (yeah)
Keep that when we show up and collide
Me and the guys move just like the
In the Hills but still keep ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Ocean
she keep an open mouth and open mind
I don't open up her door, she mine
I need less stress and I need ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up eyes, 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 just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we up and we get fried

I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint we got the Grinch
I smack that ass she threw it in self defense (yeah)
We took the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the
We did some out on the ways that we can't speak
All I it was Mo Bamba on repeat
I think these things 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)
Dodge the (12)
I rolled the light (skrr, skrr)
Rollin' the (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' that (Gucci, Gucci)
down and groovy
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, 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)
make 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 medulla, yeah

Shoot at, at them shooters (yeah)
shoot your producer
This for the gang,
get and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
her when 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 just a hundred acres
shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried