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 shit about talking 'bout
everything all
No, that nigga, I got you, fuck that

Grab mittens who have to blizzardous
Actually flick cigarette ash at bitch
Harassment, ate of hash, delay quick, and then
to Saint Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the of smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you play tennis with, hated for lifting and
Spraying that hotter in the shade of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented with haze and sentences
apathy, smashing the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it since a
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
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 know it's the


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

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

nigga try to disrespect
Get a fucking to his neck, shout 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