Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

Heard they talkin' shit I
Who win an why
I'm alive, just one to revive (yeah)
Keep that vibe when we up and collide
Me and the move just like the F-O-I
In the Hills but still keep ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' but she thinkin' Ocean Prime
Know she keep an open and open mind
I open up her door, she open mine
I need less stress and I need ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, mobbin' the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the headrest the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the yet, open up your eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
no fence 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 Christmas it's no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
I that ass she threw it back 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 don't these things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)

Had to buy some
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' that (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)
and rinds, how I grew up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred wide
shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

Was in the movie (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

at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
Then your producer
This for the gang,
get banged and on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her 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)
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