Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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 back my out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John

ass nigga you ain't never jug
I'm a real Piru, ask Big
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,
Kill a family member, shawty El Chapo
your sets in the air for my blockas nigga
Two shots of the ? That go Flocka
I'm on the my nigga
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting my nigga
Red, blue, flags like a Haitian killer
I will back down, I'm from Clayco nigga

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

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

A lot of rappers start it's like recess
Real jet boy I snatch the off your neck
Set the game for you niggas, that's a
Elm Street, Dirt Gang that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my
Bricksquad live off loyalty, you niggas
Waka Flocka name 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 you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga
Hundred shootouts, we ain't faced defeat, my nigga

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

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

his background, he ain't who he say he is
Acting hard to youngins, come shoot up your shit
Boy I must a lot of rap
Early in the morning and my dog baking
Gotti
Wish he try me, the line, you a body nigga
Go against Waka Flocka,
Hands like I'm Ali, south side where you me
Heard they trying to 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, money, case closed (Flocka)

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