Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Soon as I pull up out the way
With a bad bitch standin 5'8
my way
Where I
I rate
Cause I
Like Williams
Tryna reach a
Niggas love when I leave the building
Sold out shows at pavillion
Probably with your bitch if appealin
My car in the house, why I need the
If she at the crib, then he is
Run up on me the heat is spillin
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 don't hit
wrong, use the brotha that be the big spender
Pussy nigga, you should go and genders
You a female, I get weed mail, got so much work I 3 scales
Tell ya I go and get detail?
Then hit Houston's I eat
But I gotta ride the 45,
They don't me and I don't know why...

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

lookin,
Police they cookin
I sell it but I
If I was rich, me I wouldn't
I'm not a women beater, but is who I'm pushin
a hundred pounds, only one of them was tookin
If I see em I'm bookin, like I got a show in Brooklyn
Found some powder and Kush'n
And a pistol in the glove department with a loaded cartiridge
For cowards that's
If paid me a million to be you for a hour I wouldn't
I'm just a boy in the hood, who got that Cuban
I it for the five even though they said I couldn't
They call me Mr. Tax-the-block, not cause I rap a lot
I see I can rap a burn way faster than I rap a block?
Plus this thing on my hip a nigga to have to hop
My like mechanics, you should see how fast they jack a car
try to tap my phone, so I threw my celly out
And when I leave the mad, can somebody tell me why?
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them lookin at me, sideways, sideways, sideways
Them haters lookin at me, sideways, sideways,
Them haters at me...

hate so they screw face
I'm to def, no blue ray
I'm shy as no lupe
I'm bobby cox, I'm two
Ride around in my new
Clock two tres, for my
All my fly with tips, just like 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 feed the
My songs is like Eazy-E,
Now you mad cause your wanna be with me
And you know I'm a bang her like a beat
I can see you hatin, you don't to speak
You can have her back, I the freak
Before a little nigga get a chance to reach his peak

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

lookin...