Luyện nghe bài hát Workin

[Waka Flame]
I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking
Back my out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John
I been nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking
I back my out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

Pussy ass nigga you ain't jug
I'm a Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a trapper, ask [?]
For the thrill, I pop a pill, shoot at the ops to a kill
I'm Flocka, nigga
Kill a family member, shawty El nigga
Throw your sets in the air for my blockas
Two of the [?] that go Flocka nigga
I'm on the block my
Where the youngins going crazy, cops my nigga
Red, blue, flags like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm Clayco nigga

I been nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John
I been nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
I back my 'Rari out the
500 pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

A lot of start trapping it's like recess
Real jet boy I snatch the chain off neck
Set the game for you niggas, that's a
Elm Street, Dirt Gang nigga the G set
I'm Meech, my nigga
Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you
Waka Flocka name still in these streets
thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach
When it come to killers, gotta fleet my
Pull a chopper out, holes in fleets my nigga
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my
Hundred shootouts, we never faced defeat, my nigga

I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
Back my out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, Gotti
I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be twerking
I back my out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, John

Check his background, he who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, shoot up your shit
Boy I must a lot of rap
in the morning and my dog baking cookies
John
he try me, cross the line, you a body nigga
Go against Waka Flocka,
Hands I'm Ali, south side where you find me
Heard trying to take me off the streets, my nigga
Pussy snitching, talking to police my nigga
Now the feds kick in my front door
I got loyal fees, money, case closed (Flocka)

I been nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
my 'Rari out the driveway
500 pounds, 200 squares, Gotti
I been workin'
Cocaina, she be twerking
I back my 'Rari out the
500 pounds, 200 squares, John