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 like

But n*** in the hood Mims done sold out
See me in the club and pullin' that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same n*** I came
Same from the hood, n*** I bang with

S*** ain't changed different toilet it's the same
Ain't no steppin' on some Big Daddy game s***
I walk like a hustler, pimpin' hustlers
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 right n*** I own you
the hook in now, something for me to zoom thru

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

see you on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack,
Just like
like that

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

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

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

be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and there were six on the
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring you see me
See I do I do like I do it for the TV

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

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

They see on the of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack,
Just that
Just like

You can't go now
Just like
(I'm gonna fun with the last verse though)
Just like
You go back now
(Check out)

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

I don't need a gun for your a***
I give a*** a head 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 that boy

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

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