Luyện nghe bài hát WHO? WHAT!

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

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

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

I picked my dancer I done pay her rent (cash, cash)
At Christmas time no Saint Nick we got the Grinch
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 things I took is helpin' me (oh yeah)

Had to buy some
Had to count the
Had to up the Os (big bag)
Had to summon the (ay)
Dodge the (12)
I rolled the light (skrr, skrr)
the dice (ay)
on my ice (all ice)
Poppin' Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
This down and
To get down, get
That bitch and choosey (hey)
Shawty, in the (yeah)
Brand new La Ferrari (woo), my bitch ride

Yeah,
One, two, three, four, five, that's the countdown 'til I (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I up on my side
Ain't no fence just a hundred wide
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 Cupid (shoot)
Hit medulla, yeah

Shoot at, at them shooters (yeah)
shoot 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 countdown 'til I (slide)
Pork and rinds, how I grew up on my
Ain't no fence just a acres wide
When get tense, we twist up and we get fried