Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, us out

Just like Easy, n*** I'm
Catch me with your breezy, pushin' new whip
Drop top new six, white on new kicks
I'm pimping across the world like Ludacris

But n*** in the hood Mims done sold out
See me in the club and pullin' that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I bang

S*** ain't changed different toilet it's the same
Ain't no half steppin' on Big Daddy game s***
I walk like a hustler, hustlers language
We don't know each others language 'coz hustle is ancient

Your way to old n***, I flow H2O n***
Know every you go n***, I knows you
on the string that's right n*** I own you
Bring the in now, something for me to zoom thru

like that
Her n*** up and too good
Not a don't wantchu back n***
Just like

They see you on the cover of that Fortune
And catch an heart attack,
Just that
Just that

You go back now
Just that
like that
You can't go now

I lookin' for sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the dipper
Always been dappin ever since a n***
So love my swag used to call me L'l Gigger

And Corie said, "Man you to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm just chillin' in the belly of the
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** as hell
But I'll be you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in state, new b*** on my arm
Blue on the chain and there were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring you see me
See I do what I do I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me like
On my got two glocks
This rap s*** didn't make me
If it ain't the money n*** f*** you, pay me

like that
Her n*** blow up and too
Not a hood, don't back n***
like that

They see on the cover of Fortune Five
And catch an attack, yeah
Just that
like that

You go back now
Just like
(I'm gonna have fun with the last though)
like that
You go back now
(Check out)

You was in my class, you's a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies buildin' up
You b*** made homie, so for you I keep a on me

'Coz I don't need a gun for your
I give a*** a head start before I run for your a***
Fat boy, I'm you put on that act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me that boy

But you know what say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the true colors out
the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' back and got the industry you out

You's a bitch n***, sell your soul to get rich
So I guess it's time expose ya s*** n***
Yours truly Mims, the last
The for today is done, class over