Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck
Niggas think cause you fucking "Chum"
And got all personal that niggas go back
to that old fucking 2010 about talking 'bout
fucking all
No, fuck that nigga, I got you, fuck

Grab who have to spit blizzardous
flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, quick, and then
to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the business of up little rappers with
Raquets you tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed
Suitcase scented with haze and sentences
Advanced apathy, the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it since a
Rapping hot as cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle

Four deep in a Rover
Riding dirty through a canyon, niggas know that it's the


50 K for the check
But the Dollar Menu be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his lager
to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never backwards the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, ya stick longer
Or a fist off your chin from his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some used
From out the bin at your local loony clinic
Watching in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and some women
Bruising with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do pretend he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted full of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some shit

Posing try to disrespect
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, out to Nak, cause it's the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, like I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, it's the