Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

I been workin'
Cocaina, she be flirting
my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John

I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
I my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John

Pussy ass nigga you never jug
I'm a Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a trapper, ask Victor Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill,
Shoot at the ops to catch a (hey)
I'm Waka Flocka,
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo
Throw sets in the air for my blockas nigga
Two shots of the ? go Flocka nigga
I'm on the my nigga
Where the going crazy, shooting cops my nigga
Red, blue, flags like a Haitian killer
I never back down, I'm from Clayco nigga

I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be nigga
Back my 'Rari out the
500 Pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

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

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

I been workin'
Cocaina, she be nigga
Back my 'Rari out the
500 Pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

I workin' nigga
Cocaina, she be flirting
I my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to them youngins, come shoot up your
Boy I must a lot of rap
Early in the morning and my dog baking
Gotti
Wish he try me, cross the line, you a body
Go against Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, south where you find me
Heard they to take me off the streets, my nigga
Pussy snitching, talking to police my nigga
Now the tryna kick in my front door
I got lawyer fees, burn money, case (Flocka)

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

I been workin'
Cocaina, she be flirting
I back my 'Rari out the
500 Pounds, 200 squares, Gotti