Luyện nghe bài hát Shenanigans

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

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

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

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

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

2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, cause rap sell more crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my back
Don't I will put heat on the track
of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't on these dreams 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 don't
I'ma go to the bar and your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around Oo, I'll bite off your ear
You better do the same, I fight 'til your
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]
live in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, clear I own this
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be
or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us
Fuck it, I'ma just the truth as I perceive it
Most of think our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a love affair with all Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches
And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin
let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you only heard me you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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