Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

You've now the quest to the black triangle
Now you the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has many meanings but no how you define it
It comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it you want

Now I clown around, I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the we droppin' ya
And if a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You shouldn't me 'cause I'm popular

The with the glock, I love to pop the gun
get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can it what you want

How many times, I gotta ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're for me
(See ya)
why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a
So you can call it you want just pass
The and kick it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow rapper
his ass faster
Than a half of of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

First and fifteenth, another way of it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your
'Cause ooh, I'll send team to the showers
They true and do and and got the Wonder Twin powers

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I em, I just stink
think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I ya with the shopper

ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits
And I be gettin' a out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so you let a

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my and cast a
spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda in the house"
Mon is gonna rain on their parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a by his throat
And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla,
Now Money Money B, once said to me
"187, why you be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all
And never bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be the same

So ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm deep
The customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me game"
(Y' know)
'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they
Get with a like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no mack nigga, from the planet called,

I'm from the planet Black Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta be a-playa
Now up, wait a second
Nah, I you bitches on the last record, yo
It's I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope what a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me shit, like I did last year
So I on em, then I coast on em

No, I never never had a murder rap
And if you you say
I did it you're bound to get your neck
So it is, and how it's gonna be
So I the joint, to my man KMG

Well you can call it what you but if you don't
I'm still a with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you silly ass hoe

Now you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm for more
'Cause cords of scores of be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like,

Now my done labeled me
The dangerous nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya pushes
be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove to talk see
Like a true hoe should be

See I'm a giant and the of them are fakers
Especially when it to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a but I don't
So ease back on the corner, what you, want