Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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

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

Pussy ass you ain't never jug
I'm a Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a trapper, ask Victor Hill
For the thrill, I pop a pill,
at the ops to catch a kill (hey)
I'm Waka Flocka,
Kill a member, shawty El Chapo nigga
your sets in the air for my blockas nigga
Two shots of the ? go Flocka nigga
I'm on the block my
the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my nigga
Red, blue, white like a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco

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

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

A lot of rappers start trapping it's recess
jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck
Set the game for you niggas, that's a
Elm Street, Dirt Gang that's the G set
I'm Meech, my nigga
Bricksquad off loyalty, fuck you niggas
Waka Flocka name still good in streets
Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't to reach
When it to killers, got a fleet my nigga
Pull a out, holes in your fleece 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
my 'Rari out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John

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

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

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

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