Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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

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

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,
Kill a family member, El Chapo nigga
Throw 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, cops my nigga
Red, blue, white flags like a Haitian
I will never back down, I'm from Clayco

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

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

A lot of start trapping 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 nigga the G set
I'm Meech, my nigga
live off loyalty, fuck you niggas
Waka Flocka name good in these streets
Five thousand nigga, you ain't hard to reach
When it to killers, got a fleet my nigga
a chopper out, holes in your fleece my nigga
I you thinking to yourself I'm a beast, my nigga
Hundred shootouts, we ain't never defeat, my nigga

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

I been nigga
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 them youngins, shoot up your shit
Boy I admit a lot of rap
Early in the and my dog baking cookies
John
Wish he try me, the line, you a body nigga
Go against Flocka, kamikaze
Hands like I'm Ali, side where you find me
Heard trying to take me off the streets, my nigga
Pussy niggas snitching, talking to my nigga
Now the feds tryna kick in my front
I got lawyer fees, money, case closed (Flocka)

I workin' 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 'Rari out the
500 Pounds, 200 squares, John