Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Nah, no, nah, nah, that
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 nigga, I got you, fuck that

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

Four deep in a cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, niggas that it's the


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

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

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


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