Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

I just know how niggas going to jail
Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still cool
I just wanna know how a nigga on and Twitter with fifty thousand followers
Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just know
I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but like he putting it in
Niggas letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man
This shit getting different out here getting spooky

Now when that shit went with Chris, you wrote a check
In New Orleans wore my to get respect (you a fraud)
So what that me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong shit you know the at your neck
I just know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit
Tell us who the was Quentin running through the six with?
(Running the six with my woes
Counting you know how it goes
All the real live baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you know you did shit
I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie mother up
Fuck your in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I call you
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the flow
Switching up lingo
We want a refund, this ain't what we paid for
Every time we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another shit, but you claim you king though?

I just wanna know, I just wanna
How these niggas acting like they but really faking
acting like it go
I just wanna know, I wanna know
Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it where you really got your flow?
(Milli Vanilli nigga)

Money make a ass nigga look real again
Money a sucker that told look trill again
a lot about all the people that's feeling him
But I'ma show you ass niggas we're real again
Heard that other talking we ain't get back yet
Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick yet
And now she rocking with the chaser and now you that check
You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you that jet, hold up

I got to take them off of here, right
I got to take them off of here, there's one
And that's me, you
'Fore all fighting, you understand?
Sucka thinks he
Sucka thinks he can me
And I know he can't me and I
Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you
When it to me you understand
Let me get mines
Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you do

You you fucked up right?
You shoulda just said
Now you're to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is that platinum this
I'm on the cover with a platinum chick
I got a rollie, platinum whip
Niggas frauds I told the truth, ask me shit
All this industry fake and rap shit
It's never really my we got cash to get
I really from nothing now it's back to shit
Puffy almost a domestic when he smacked that bitch
up, let that bitch breathe

Yeah this is called poppin'
no cut on it
If your get hurt
You feel like that's an arrogant little
No is the truth and the truth hurts
I paid my dues?
Didn't I weather the
Niggas is and I'm here

You let Tip homie piss on you in a theater nigga, we ain't forget
Real back in style this shit is lit
This that Ja shit and 50 cent