Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard they shit 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, took one to revive (yeah)
that vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the guys just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Prime
Know she keep an open mouth and 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, mobbin' 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
Ain't no fence just a acres wide
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get

I picked my favorite I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint we got the Grinch
I that ass she threw it back in self defense (yeah)
We the crib, flipped the backyard like it's the beach
We did some things out on the ways 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 count the
Had to up the Os (big bag)
Had to the hoes (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 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)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
Ain't no fence a hundred acres wide
When get tense, we twist up and we get fried

Was in the movie (movie)
Never make (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, at them shooters (yeah)
Then shoot your
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)
up with the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie

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