Luyện nghe bài hát Hard In Da Paint Remix

Wocka (Verse 1)

I go in the mufkin paint nigga
leave you nigga
the fuk u thankin nigga
I wont die for this shit or wat the i say (Brick squad)
Front yard broad day da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, my mufkin nigga
I hang in the dale wit dem hit squad
waka flaka one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my

(Chorus)
Gotta bitch (and) Gotta mistress (what else?)
a couple girlfriends, Im so hood
keep my dick and keep me smokin(*coughing*)
you'll get free shawty no jkin
Ey wat i for? Flocka! (Brick squad)
Ima die for this shawty man i to god
In the trap with some and some hood niggas (Wassup?)
Where u at? where ur trap? u aint hood
keep this shit 300, put shit on my hood
Crips fuckin with me, G's n the vice (Brrrreett)
Eses in the freestyle off the dome
Brick Waka Flocka flame its fuckin on!

(Verse 2)

I go hard, I go in the A boy
Dont boy, optim on the way boy
first name platnum last name triple threat
seven in the game and i aint even finished yet
princes from the A and aint nobody blockin that
this is for my who be pop pop popping that
waka flocka thats my mufkin
shoot game sick, so sick the doctor
Still rock gucci and i roll gucci
camera stay rolling you think im in the movies
long daisy dukes, get em georgia peaches out
corn bread, yeah thats how we do it in the south
I use to be the one the cookie jar
now goodies taste better wen they in ya (ow)
Just ask about me yeah my name ring bells
eastside, in the ATL
I know ive away for to long
yeah i got my brighten, now its on (its ciara hoe)

I go hard, I go in the A boy
Dont play boy, on the way boy
I go hard, I go in the A boy
Dont play boy, on the way boy