Luyện nghe bài hát Shenanigans

(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm, (OW)

Make them like you used to make (oh)
Now movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
Make them beats you used to make (woo)
(OOHHH), (c'mon)

1 - Timbaland]
Timbaland lost his mind (mind)
I I'm about to cross the line (line)
And find me somethin that to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh)
You better hold me back, I told you
I got enough heat to take your back
And I done took freak, you want her back
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south nigga the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I over this here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't really wanna with me
I don't care what y'all say, y'all with me (alright now)
Now I got the place (oh)
Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

You hold me back (oh)
You better hold me (oh)
You hold me back
I'm full of shenanigans

(Oh) You hold me back (oh)
You better me back (oh)
You hold me back
Cause I'm of shenanigans

[Verse 2 -
Hold me back, cause rap sell more crack
my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I put heat on the track
Matter of fact, we can it off of wax
You and team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these they won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the is a car chase
Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the
I erase my fear and reappear
I'ma go to the bar and your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off ear
You better do the same, I fight your slain
On right to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein
And I put two in the sky
(da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse 3 - Sparxxx]
Sucker in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's clear I own
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be
North or northfolk, they is our negligence
Sure they to 112, I make a note of what sells
Down here the sign men don't it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma tell the truth as I perceive it
Most of them our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The is a territory y'all can't govern
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches
And all our rap ain't for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the
Little old country boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this shit deceive ya, cracker there crafty
I know you only me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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