Luyện nghe bài hát Whippin' My Wrist

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

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

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I'm it rain, yeah I changed the weather
I break it down, put it right together
Got Louie, Gucci, it's all on my
My niggas winnin' we see no contenders
My niggas go hard, my stack millis
I'm swervin', ridin' and I'm drivin' in
I'm over in Illi, I'm it silly
I'm rockin' Fendi and she lookin' "really?"
Benjis on Benjis while swervin' in
We watchin' for the cops, niggas be
Got millis on millis, you be silly
We stack it, pack it, stack it up to the
I wrap it, package, I ship it
All of my we get it
All of my we kill it
the case then (?)
Niggas get acquitted, got money cause we got no
I'm trappin' and cappin', had to it happen
All of my niggas we swervin' in
My diamonds dancin' like Tony Montana
I take a trip from to Atlanta
I come out the water, got like the (?)
They comin' in, tell me your order
My niggas get money, I swerve in a
And the with the paint and the spoiler
Valet that Bugatti, I'm winnin'
My stackin', they got millis on millis
I'm runnin' bands, I'm the man in my
I'm money, niggas hatin' like really
I'm gettin' money, niggas ain't with me
I'm gettin' mili, I got on mili
I stack it, pack it up to the
I'm gettin' money, niggas that I'm killin'
A mili, a mili, I did it, I did it
My niggas stackin', ya my niggas they it
We stackin' money, we got on milis
We swervin', ridin', and we in Bentleys
My talk and ya my niggas 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, what I'm trappin'
No cappin' had to make my momma
I got Louie, Gucci, now look at me funny
They say Soulja Boy you get all of this
Them hated cause I'm hot as the sun
strapped with the automatic gun
Fuckin' the 100s, I don't do the
Breakin' bricks to cookies and crumbs

I'm the one they see up
Ice all me, yup
Hit the with some freeze up
You see me on your street, yup
In the and the VIP, yup
you talkin' bout nigga?