Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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

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

Pussy ass nigga you never jug
I'm a Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill,
Shoot at the ops to a kill (hey)
I'm Waka Flocka,
a family member, shawty El Chapo nigga
Throw your in the air for my blockas nigga
Two of the ? That go Flocka nigga
I'm on the my nigga
the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga
Red, blue, white flags a Haitian killer
I will never down, I'm from Clayco nigga

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

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

A lot of rappers start trapping it's recess
Real jet boy I snatch the chain off neck
Set the game for you niggas, a preset
Elm Street, Gang nigga that's the G set
I'm Meech, my nigga
Bricksquad live off loyalty, fuck you
Flocka name still good in these streets
Five shooters nigga, you ain't hard to reach
it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga
Pull a chopper out, holes in your fleece my
I know you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my
Hundred shootouts, we ain't faced defeat, my nigga

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

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

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

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

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