Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know (Drake Diss)

I just wanna know how going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming home and it still being cool
I wanna know how a nigga on Instagram and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
got no money in real 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 still letting it fly like it's cool, I really know man
shit getting different out here it's getting spooky

Now when that went down with Chris, you wrote a check
In New wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that tell me? You a and a fan
Say the wrong you know the shooters at your neck
I wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was running through the six with?
(Running through the six my woes
money you know how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the of niggas to tie your mother up
your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the same
Switching up lingo
We want a refund, this ain't what we paid for
Every time we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another shit, but you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I wanna know
How these niggas acting like they but really faking
acting like 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 that nigga)

Money make a fake ass nigga look real
Money a sucker that told look trill again
Says a lot about all the people feeling him
But I'ma show you ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick yet
And now she rocking the chaser and now you missed that check
You went Clear Port to buddy pass you miss 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 thinks he
Sucka he can whoop me
And I he can't whoop me and I
Hey boy, the nigga style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you
Let me get first
Then after I get mine, can do what you wanna do

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

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

You let Tip piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget
Real niggas back in style this is lit
This Ja Rule shit and 50 cent