Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

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

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

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

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

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

see you on the cover of that Fortune Five
And an heart attack, yeah
like that
Just like

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

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

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

be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and there were six on the
I'm a don kissed a ring when 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 2Pac
On my got two glocks
This rap s*** make me crazy
If it ain't about the money n*** you, pay me

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

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

You can't go now
like that
(I'm gonna fun with the last verse though)
like that
You can't go now
(Check out)

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

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

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

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