Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat

Who dat, bout, who dat
Run up on me, you get your ass blue black
Go on get nerve, I'm off the
mountains of herb, you niggas already heard
The bro Berg, keep a pistol gripped pump on his lap at all
Whatever however, cause young niggas stay
See and be like huh, nigga, what?
Huh, give a fuck whaaat
Blow my weed, the gas
Then hop up in my lane, she be looking way
Through thousand dollars frames
mind, fuck the thousand dollars brain
Thousand dollar lame only get loud his gang ass nigga,
Ass nigga, for real, you ain't gotta ask nigga
Floating through the city I'm on a raft nigga
Mike Vick with the shit, I don't need a nigga
Like what that do

Yeah I'm just my thang, fingers in the sky
my gang like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you want no problems like that
we gonna be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That be like)

Your funny you a clown
The bitch hit me up then I'm going down
It on how much of that shit I just had
Pill but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter here, all you other nigga's jabs
Big talking beef till you serve they ass a slab
Do the math hoes clash, cause I got yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
up, word to Master P and Young Bleed
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Li
I'm a pimp see, word to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, out to the bitch pressing
Get a lifters, reppin' Cal like Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
it up, you murder the pussy
Real beef you don't talk, you murder the pussy, see me?

Yeah I'm just my thang, fingers in the sky
Banging my like ooh
Goon fall back, cause you don't want no problems that
Cause we be like,
Huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck, nigga (That nigga be like)
Huh, what, huh, give a fuck, nigga whaaat (That nigga be like)

Who dat, I bet lady knew that
She said he got a on the molly, mommy do that
Talking with my round diamond I thought you knew that
ass Raider hunned sixes is where we grew that
See me on the 10 with my we so trill
Or uptown with them foolies niggas, trapping by the
I do it for my bros on lock, them hoes on
I to wear Pirellis back when Nelly was on top
Now it's 442 my pack a rewinding,
My red as highness throw back on them Yokohamas
I'ma the scraper, you touch the paper it's go,
We out grindin' fo sho
These hoes it's snow
I get it my nig', I blow the horn as she ready
Disrespectful please, I'm the one with the fetty
I'm going out with a bang, lane on the chain
I just 'em my diamonds nigga 'cause Lane is the game.