Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas think cause you made "Chum"
And got all personal that niggas won't go
to that old 2010 shit about talking 'bout
everything all
No, fuck nigga, I got you, fuck that

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

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


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

Yeah, the of a shit-talker
Pissed as Rick Ross's fifth sip off his sixth
Known to sit and wash the sins off at the pitch
Hat never backwards like the print off 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 came back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at your loony clinic
Watching movies in a full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, more food, and floozy women
Bruising gimmicks with the broom he use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, 'em to a ditch, chewed and booty scented
Too pretentious, do like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of and twisted doobies full of euphemisms
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it right back a vodka fifth
Spot him on a swapping dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on some Flocka

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


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