Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

Grab who have to spit blizzardous
flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, delay quick, and
Dash to Saint pad to taste venison
Still in the of smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, for bank lifting and
that hotter wind in the shade of his maimed 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 cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new catalog
Send them critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher the pitch of metal tea kettle songs

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


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

Yeah, the misadventures of a
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 thrift shopper, like the Knicks roster
off and came straight back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably with some used syringes
From out the rubbish bin at local loony clinic
movies in a room full of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, food, and some floozy women
Bruising with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, chewed and scented
Too pretentious, do pretend he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted doobies full of
Stupid, it up, jot it quick, thought out
Toss it back like a vodka fifth
Spot him on a rocket dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a on some Flocka shit

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


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