Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Nah, no, nah, nah, fuck
Niggas think you fucking made "Chum"
And got all personal that niggas go back
to that old fucking 2010 shit about talking
everything all
No, fuck nigga, I got you, fuck that

Grab mittens who have to spit
flick cigarette ash at bitch niggas
Harassment, ate nickels of hash, quick, and then
Dash to Nicholas pad to taste venison
Still in the of smacking up little rappers with
Raquets you tennis with, hated for bank lifting and
Spraying that hotter wind in the of his maimed innocence
Suitcase scented haze and filetted sentences
Advanced apathy, the man cameras up
Tan khakis, an antagonist up
Vagabond, had it since a
Rapping hot as fucking cattle wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag
Get a nice spanking, new Sears
Send them nettled critics to the stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea songs

Four in a Rover cannon
Riding dirty through a Saugus canyon, know that it's the


50 K for the last
But the Menu still be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'

Yeah, the misadventures of a
Pissed as Rick fifth sip off his sixth lager
Known to sit and the sins off at the pitch alter
Hat never like the print off legit manga
Get it? Like a blue pill, make ya longer
Or a swift fist off your chin his wrist launcher
Chick, chronic shopper, thick like the Knicks roster
Stormed off and came back like pigs' posture
Pen? Naw, probably written with some syringes
From out the rubbish bin at local loony clinic
Watching movies in a room of goons he rented
On the hunt for clues, food, and some floozy women
Bruising with the broom he usually use for Quidditch
Gooey writtens, scoot 'em to a ditch, and booty scented
Too pretentious, do like he could lose with spitting
Steaming tubes of poop and twisted full of euphemisms
Stupid, thought it up, jot it quick, out
Toss it right back like a fifth
Spot him on a rocket dollars in for pocket lint
Then lob a wad of chicken at a copper on Flocka shit

Posing try to disrespect
Get a thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause it's the


Looking bummy, posted on the block, looking I ain't make
A quarter million off of socks, nigga, cause the