Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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

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

ass nigga 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,
Shoot at the ops to a kill (hey)
I'm Waka Flocka,
Kill a family member, shawty El nigga
Throw sets in the air for my blockas nigga
Two shots of the ? That go nigga
I'm on the my nigga
Where the youngins going crazy, cops my nigga
Red, blue, white flags a Haitian killer
I will never back down, I'm from nigga

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

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

A lot of rappers start trapping it's like
Real jet boy I snatch the chain off neck
Set the for you niggas, that's a preset
Elm Street, Dirt nigga that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my
Bricksquad live off loyalty, you niggas
Waka Flocka name still in these streets
Five thousand shooters nigga, you hard to reach
it come to killers, got a fleet my nigga
Pull a chopper out, holes in fleece my nigga
I know you to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga
Hundred shootouts, we never faced defeat, my nigga

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

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

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

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

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