Luyện nghe bài hát Like Whaaat (Remix)

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

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

Your money funny you a
The bitch hit me up I'm probably going down
It depends on how of that shit I just had
Pill but I prefer my MDMA by the bag
Heavy hitter right here, all you nigga's jabs
Big talking bout beef you serve they ass a slab
Do the hoes clash, cause I got them yelling, "Woo!" like Flair
When I'm done always ask, "How you do dat there!?"
Hol' up, word to Master P and Young
I pull your bitch she trying kick it fast as Li
'Cause I'm a pimp see, to Bun B
Underground king, no checker, shout out to the bitch
Get a weight lifters, reppin' Cal Ripken I'm on fire right now
P burnin', no Syphilis,
Strap it up, you murder the
Real beef you talk, you just murder the pussy, see me?

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

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