Luyện nghe bài hát Whoop That Trick

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That 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 2 flip
Now I think it's time 2 show you bitches who you fuckin
D-JAY, the name,
And I came to bring the
ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon
Ya know? You fuckin with a street nigga
From the gutta, pimp / (slash) drug dealer
Born and in the M-Memphis, Tennessee
Before it's and done you bitches gon' remember me
only the beginning, I got a lot to say
It's along time, and you got hell 2 pay
Aint no love ho, just it 2 the door
i borrow none, let my nuts 2 the floor
So if you some, this is yo death wish
come correct, because I came 2 break you off trick

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Whoop That (Get 'em)

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You I wont, beat that trick, whoop that trick,
Got me buck and shit
Hoes telling me 2 down, but I'm like fuck that shit
I'm all ready, on that Hypnotiq, and gray goose
couple shots of hen, that just gave me boost
I'm feelin electrified, you can see it in my
shirt soaking wet, looking like I just got
Sloppy like a wino at a liquor sto'
but crunk like some sanctified folks catching the 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
Security be the main ones like some hos
But you done fucked up, you call the law
I'ma break MOET bottle cross your fuckin jaw
And for anyone who's ever disrespecting me
Watch your back boy, cause you bout 2 get ass beat

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Whoop Trick (Get 'em)

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

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That Trick (Get 'em)