Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

Know what I'm saying, know I'm saying
Know I'm saying

Heard talkin' shit 'bout I
Who win an why
I'm alive, just took one to (yeah)
that vibe when we show up and collide
Me and the guys move just like the
In the Hills but keep them ghetto ties (Hills)
Was talkin' Frenchy's but she thinkin' Prime
Know she keep an mouth and open mind
I don't up her door, she open mine
I need less and I need more ties, yes (skrr, skrr)
We on the jet quest, with the drop, yes (skrr, skrr)
In the want the 25, yes (skrr, skrr)
Ain't seen the best yet, open up eyes, yeah

One, two, three, four, five, that's the 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
Ain't no fence just a hundred wide
shit get tense, we twist up and we get fried

I picked my favorite dancer I done pay her (cash, cash)
At Christmas time it's no Saint Nick we got the
I smack that ass she threw it back in self (yeah)
We took the crib, flipped the backyard like the beach
We did some things out on the ways that we can't
All I know it was Mo Bamba on
I don't think these things I took is me (oh yeah)

Had to buy more
Had to count the
Had to up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the (ay)
the federal (12)
I through the light (skrr, skrr)
the dice (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
down and groovy
To get down, get
That bitch brown and (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my ride iconic

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
Ain't no fence just a hundred acres
When shit get tense, we twist up and we get

Was in the movie (movie)
make excuses (no)
It was time to it (time to move)
It was God and the uzi (God and the uzi)
We were to use it (hey)
was train to use it (train)
Shoot you like (shoot)
Hit your medulla,

at, shoot at them shooters (yeah)
Then your producer
This for the gang,
get and fuck on the group, she a groupie (yeah)
Love her she choosey, hmm (yeah)
Big it's soothin', hmm (yeah)
Pull up the sticks I'm makin' them cuddle up this not a movie

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the 'til I slide (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I up on my side
Ain't no just a hundred acres wide
When shit get tense, we up and we get fried