Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Soon as I up out the drive way
a bad bitch standin bout 5'8
my way
Where I
Nigga I
Cause I
Like Stevie
Tryna reach a
Niggas showin love I leave the building
Sold out at east pavillion
Probably your bitch if shes appealin
My car in the house, why I need the
If she at the crib, then he is
Run up on me then the heat is
Why you mad nigga you can barley feed your
If that's your girl why is she
Her deeper
By be and
This in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I don't hit
What's wrong, use the brotha that be the big
Pussy nigga, you go and switch genders
You a female, I get weed mail, got so work I need 3 scales
Tell ya what I go and get
Then hit Houston's I eat
But I gotta ride the 45,
They don't like me and I know why...

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
haters lookin at me...

lookin,
Police think cookin
I it but I shouldn't
If I was rich, me I wouldn't
I'm not a beater, but Keisha is who I'm pushin
Sold a hundred pounds, one of them was tookin
If I see em then I'm bookin, like I got a in Brooklyn
Found some powder and Kush'n
And a in the glove department with a loaded fuckin cartiridge
For that's woofin?
If they paid me a million to be you for a I wouldn't
I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Goodin'
I sold it for the even though they said I couldn't
They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, first not I rap a lot
I see that I can rap a burn way than I rap a block?
Plus this thing on my hip force a nigga to to hop
My partners like mechanics, you see how fast they jack a car
They try to tap my phone, so I my celly out
And when I leave the crib mad, can tell me why?
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me...

Suckers hate so they face
I'm to def, no blue ray
I'm shy as hell no
I'm bobby cox, I'm two
around in my new shades
Clock two tres, for my
All my bullets fly with tips, just T, I do clay
I'm on the way to the UK
do say I'm the new Jay
I'm so polished, low
I'm a Freshman, but I go to college
And I don't own a
I was on the
When I'm on the
Like a DVD, when I feed the
My songs is burnin Eazy-E,
Now you mad cause girl wanna be with me
And you know I'm a bang her like a Jeezy
I can see you hatin, you need to speak
You can have her back, I don't the
Before a little nigga even get a chance to reach his

Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters at me...

lookin...