Luyện nghe bài hát Wanna Know

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

Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a
In New Orleans wore my chain to get (you a fraud)
So that tell me? You a pussy and a fan
Say the wrong you know the shooters at your neck
I just wanna know, if you ain't write running through the six shit
Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six
(Running through the six with my
Counting money you how it goes
All the live forever baby
And the get exposed)
Niggas writing for you cause you you never did shit
I threw that hook out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish
We the type of niggas to tie your up
your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy
You really sweet, I you buttercup
You fucking you changed the style because you studied us
Coming with the flow
Switching up your
We just want a refund, this what we paid for
time that we come, we get what we came for
Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king

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

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

I got to take off of here, that's right
I got to take them off of here, there's one
And me, you understand?
'Fore all that fighting, you
Sucka he good
Sucka thinks he can me
And I know he whoop me and I
Hey boy, the whole style is chump, you understand?
When it comes to me you
Let me get mines
Then I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do

You know you fucked up
You just said nothing
Now you're to have to give me a check to stop
All I hear is that platinum this
Meanwhile I'm on the with a platinum chick
I got a platinum rollie, platinum
Niggas frauds I the truth, don't ask me shit
All this industry enemy and rap shit
It's never really my style we got to get
I really started from now it's back to shit
almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch
Hold up, let that bitch

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

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