Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

Nah, no, nah, nah, that
Niggas think you fucking made "Chum"
And got all personal niggas won't go back
to that old fucking 2010 about talking 'bout
fucking all
No, fuck nigga, I got you, fuck that

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

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


50 K for the check
But the Dollar still be on deck, nigga it's the motherfuckin'

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

Posing nigga try to
Get a fucking thunder to his neck, shout out to Nak, cause the


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