Luyện nghe bài hát Just Like That

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

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

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

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

Your way to old n***, I flow 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 zoom

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

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

You go back now
Just that
Just like
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 dipper
Always been dappin ever since a 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 in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a 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 six on the charm
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 eye's on me like
On my left got two
This rap s*** make me crazy
If it ain't about the money f*** you, pay me

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

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

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

You was in my class, you's a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies buildin' up
You b*** made homie, so for you I keep a on me

'Coz I don't a gun for your a***
I give your a*** a head start 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 cook up the true colors come out
the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' and got the industry trickin' you out

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