Luyện nghe bài hát Workin'

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 out the driveway
500 Pounds, 200 squares, Gotti

Pussy ass nigga you ain't jug
I'm a Piru, ask Big Suge
I'm a real trapper, ask Victor
For the thrill, I pop a pill,
at the ops to catch a kill (hey)
I'm Flocka, nigga
Kill a family member, 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
Where the youngins going crazy, shooting cops my
Red, blue, flags like a Haitian killer
I will back down, I'm from Clayco nigga

I workin' nigga
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

A lot of rappers start trapping it's recess
jet boy I snatch the chain off your neck
Set the for you niggas, that's a preset
Elm Street, Gang nigga that's the G set
I'm like Meech, my
live off loyalty, fuck you niggas
Waka Flocka name still good in streets
Five thousand shooters nigga, you ain't hard to
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
shootouts, we ain't never faced defeat, my nigga

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

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

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

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

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