Luyện nghe bài hát Shenanigans

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

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

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

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

2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, cause rap sell more crack
Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back
Don't resist I will put on the track
Matter of fact, we can it off of wax
You and team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and don't
go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around with Oo, bite off your ear
You do the same, I fight 'til your slain
On just 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]
Sucker in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's I own this
Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive
North or northfolk, they is our negligence
Sure they to 112, I make a note of what sells
Down here the sign men promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it
Most of them think our shit is useless, it
But me I got a love affair with all things
The dirty is a territory y'all govern
We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither
And all our rap ain't for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin
Don't let shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you only heard me cause you to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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