Luyện nghe bài hát Wassup

Yeahh.
Some old shit.
uhhhh, you be at the lunch table
Ha ha ha.
This right here.

Uh
I put my on
Now we in the game but I memba when I ain't have no-one to lean on
I learned to my own
And sing the skys the limit, take a hundred bill and make a paper plane.
And try to a name
And ya done giving ya all you give ya everythang
You got what it
I told the my song
They it
You can't tell me nothin cause my clique stuntin
Boy

Yeahhhhhh

So where ya goin, ya on a road
the party to the plane and ya names in the light show.
You find your way back home, away from all the pressure and a women to stress you
a new one
You've reached a new
got you lookin at tomorrow like a new stay
And not a new day
To some it may seem
But fuck it, cause I'm good weed and my whole team stuntin
Boy

Yeahhhhhh

And I hop up out the bed
my iPhone
Put some in the swisha
one up
When you live the star
Gotta go so you workin all night, sleep when the sun come up

Yeahhhhhh

Hahaha.