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
I skate
Like Stevie
Tryna reach a
showin love when I leave the building
Sold out shows at pavillion
Probably with bitch if shes appealin
My car in the house, why I need the
If she at the crib, he is drillin
Run up on me then the heat is
Why you mad nigga you can barley feed children
If that's your girl why is she
Her deeper
By be and
dick in her
Then fix
Id put my log in
But I hit inner?
wrong, use the brotha that be the big spender
Pussy nigga, you should go and switch
You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I 3 scales
Tell ya what I go and get
hit Houston's I eat well
But I gotta with the 45,
They like me and I don't know why...

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

lookin,
Police think cookin
I sell it but I
If I was rich, trust me I
I'm not a women beater, but is who I'm pushin
Sold a pounds, only one of them was tookin
If I see em then I'm bookin, I got a show in Brooklyn
Found some and some Kush'n
And a pistol in the glove department a loaded fuckin cartiridge
For cowards woofin?
If they me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn't
I'm a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban Goodin'
I sold it for the five 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 faster I rap a block?
Plus this on my hip force a nigga to have to hop
My like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
They try to tap my phone, so I my celly out
And I leave the crib mad, can somebody tell me why?
Them haters lookin at me, 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 screw face
I'm high to def, no ray
I'm shy as no lupe
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 don't go to
And I don't own a
I was on the
I'm on the pilot
Like a DVD, when I the streets
My songs is burnin Eazy-E,
Now you mad cause your girl be with me
And you I'm a bang her like a Jeezy beat
I can see you hatin, you need to speak
You can her back, I don't the freak
Before a little nigga even get a chance to reach his

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

lookin...