Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

I just wanna know how going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming home and it still being cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and with fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in life, but still popping, I just wanna know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really it in, but acting like he putting it in
Niggas letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting out here it's getting spooky

Now when that shit went down Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my chain to get (you a fraud)
So what that me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the at your neck
I just wanna know, if you write that running through the six shit
us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting money you how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
When I threw that hook out, I was to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your up
Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up,
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking dork you the style because you studied us
with the same flow
Switching up your
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
Every time that we come, we get what we for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you though?

I just wanna know, I just know
How these niggas acting like they true but really
People acting it go
I just know, I just wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your
(Milli Vanilli nigga)

Money a fake ass nigga look real again
Money a sucker that told look trill again
Says a lot all the people that's feeling him
But show you bitch ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other talking we ain't get back yet
keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick back yet
And now she with the chaser and now you missed that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you that jet, hold up

I got to take them off of here, right
I got to take them off of here, there's one
And me, you understand?
all that fighting, you understand?
Sucka he good
Sucka thinks he can me
And I he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you
When it comes to me you
Let me get first
Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do

You you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said
Now you're going to have to give me a to stop
All I is platinum that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the cover a platinum chick
I got a rollie, platinum whip
Niggas I told the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry fake enemy and rap
It's never my style we got cash to get
I really from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost caught a domestic he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let bitch breathe

Yeah is called poppin' shit
no cut on it
If feelings get hurt
You like ohhh that's an arrogant little
No this is the truth and the hurts
I paid my dues?
Didn't I weather the
Niggas is and I'm here

You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we forget
Real niggas back in style shit is lit
This that Ja shit and 50 cent