Luyện nghe bài hát Whoop That Trick

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Whoop Trick (Get 'em)

I'ma make these suckas recognize, I aint ho
If you violate, off the top, you gotta go
I,ve held in,a lot of shit,
And I'm bout 2
Now I think it's time 2 show you who you fuckin with
D-JAY, the name,
And I to bring the pain
ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon
Ya aint know? You with a street nigga
From the gutta, pimp / (slash) drug dealer
Born and in the M-Memphis, Tennessee
Before it's said and done you bitches remember me
This the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's along time, and you got hell 2 pay
Aint no ho, just bring it 2 the door
i borrow none, let my hang 2 the floor
So if you want some, is yo death wish
Betta correct, because I came 2 break you off trick

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Whoop That (Get 'em)

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You think I wont, beat that trick, that trick,
Got me acting and shit
Hoes me 2 calm down, but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and gray goose
couple of hen, that just gave me another boost
I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my
soaking wet, looking like I just got baptized
Sloppy drunk like a at a liquor sto'
but crunk like some folks catching the Holy Ghost
I don't think you
This one just might get banned
off a riot like we livin in Afghanistan
But this the durty, durty, and that's the way it
be the main ones actin like some hos
But you done fucked up, you betta the law
I'ma break this MOET bottle cross your jaw
And that's for anyone ever disrespecting me
Watch back boy, cause you bout 2 get your ass beat

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Whoop That (Get 'em)

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I came 2 a nigga's head
him bloody red
Fighting 4 his life as they him 2 the meds
This is happens when you get caught up in the mix
All that jaw got your ass in a buncha shit
This that drama boy, you know we came to get buck
I thought you came deep, nigga where's you up?
clique, they some cowards, they scattered out like roaches
That bottle across head got you leaking, loosing focus
See this is what we mean when we down the club
started gangsta walkin, so we tear the bitch up
We shittin hood niggaz from the ghetto and the projects
Left the police, we know we the suspects
Make you wonder next
Bitch guard your grill If they play this in the club, you'll get
ass 4 real
My advice would be 2
M-town niggas sick, get caught without a warning and get
ass whooped bitch

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Whoop That (Get 'em)