Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, us out

Just like Easy, I'm roofless
Catch me your breezy, pushin' that new whip
top new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the world Ludacris

But n*** in the hood sayin' Mims sold out
See me in the club and pullin' that gold out
But they know I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I with

S*** ain't different toilet it's the same s***
Ain't no half steppin' on some Big game s***
I like a hustler, pimpin' hustlers language
We don't each others language 'coz your hustle is ancient

Your way to old n***, I like H2O n***
Know place you go n***, I knows you
Puppet on the string that's right I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to thru

Just that
Her blow up and too good
Not a hood don't wantchu n***
like that

They see you on the cover of that Fortune
And an heart attack, yeah
Just like
Just that

You can't go now
Just that
Just like
You go back now

I lookin' for that but I ain't lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the lil'
been dappin ever since a lil' n***
So love my swag used to call me L'l Gigger

And said, "Man you need to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm just chillin' in the belly of the
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** hungry as
But I'll be damn you catch me walkin' for cheesecake

I'll be in each state, new on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a when you see me
See I do what I do I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all on me like 2Pac
On my got two glocks
This rap s*** make me crazy
If it ain't about the money f*** you, pay me

Just like
Her blow up and too good
Not a hood, don't wantchu n***
like that

They see on the cover of that Five
And an heart attack, yeah
Just like
like that

You go back now
Just like
(I'm gonna have fun with the verse though)
Just like
You go back now
(Check out)

You was never in my class, a b***
Thought you was this but now your class dismissed
The ain't well enough, your lies keep buildin' up
You made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't need a gun for your
I give your a*** a start before I run for your a***
Fat boy, I'm watchin' you put on act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me like boy

But you what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure up the true colors come out
That's the lean in your and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' back and got the trickin' you out

You's a bitch n***, sell your soul to get rich
So I guess it's expose ya whole s*** n***
Yours truly Mims, the soldier
The lesson for is done, class over