Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

Just like Easy, n*** I'm
me with your breezy, pushin' that new whip
Drop top new six, on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the like Ludacris

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

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

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

Just like
Her n*** blow up and too
Not a hood wantchu back n***
Just like

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

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

I lookin' for that sunshine but I ain't lil'
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the lil'
Always been dappin ever 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 chillin' in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a hungry as hell
But be damn you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the and there 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 eye's on me like
On my got two glocks
This rap s*** make me crazy
If it ain't about the money f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

You was never in my class, a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now your dismissed
The story well enough, your lies keep buildin' up
You made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't a gun for your a***
I your 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 what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the colors come out
That's the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your
back and got the industry trickin' you out

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