Luyện nghe bài hát Whippin' My Wrist

You gotta your teams man
I'm the clouds on a private jet
I got all designer on me (?)

Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Got all these bricks, get it I'm stackin', I'm
Lil Soulja's too
Whippin' my wrist, my wrist
Whippin' my wrist, whippin' my
Whippin' my wrist, my wrist
To get all bricks, stack it and flip
Lil Soulja too

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I'm it rain, yeah I changed the weather
I break it down, put it right back
Got Louie, Gucci, it's all on my
My niggas winnin' we see no contenders
My niggas go hard, my niggas stack
I'm swervin', and I'm drivin' in Bentleys
I'm over in Illi, I'm it silly
I'm rockin' Fendi and she like "really?"
on Benjis while swervin' in Bentleys
We watchin' for the cops, niggas be
Got millis on millis, you niggas be
We stack it, it, stack it up to the ceilin'
I wrap it, package, I ship it
All of my we get it
All of my we kill it
Catch the then (?)
get acquitted, got money cause we got no limits
I'm and cappin', had to make it happen
All of my niggas we in Phantoms
My diamonds dancin' just like Montana
I take a trip Brazil to Atlanta
I come out the water, got like the (?)
They comin' in, nigga tell me your
My niggas get money, I swerve in a
And the coupes with the paint and the
Valet park that Bugatti, I'm
My niggas stackin', they got millis on
I'm runnin' bands, I'm the man in my
I'm money, niggas hatin' like really
I'm gettin' money, ain't fuckin' with me
I'm mili, I got mili on mili
I it, pack it up to the ceilin'
I'm gettin' money, know that I'm killin'
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it
My niggas stackin', ya my niggas they it
We money, we got milis on milis
We swervin', ridin', and we drivin' in
My niggas talk and ya my get it
All of you you gotta get it
All of my we got to get it
Used to trap out the bank 20 pounds of midgets
20 pounds of midget, that's I'm trappin'
No cappin' had to make my happy
I got Louie, Gucci, now they look at me
They say Soulja Boy you get all of money
Them niggas hated I'm hot as the sun
Soulja strapped the automatic gun
Fuckin' the 100s, I do the ones
Breakin' bricks to cookies and crumbs

I'm the one that see up
Ice all me, yup
Hit the bank some freeze up
You see me on your street, yup
In the and the VIP, yup
What you talkin' bout