Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

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

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

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

How many times, I gotta tell ya, ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're for me
(See ya)
That's why I love to go on G

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

Well, I am the danger, the danger, to a killer
I rhyme for of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke
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 so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh, I'll your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder powers

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

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

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

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

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she tell me shit
Plus, money money is a thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, be doin' the same

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

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

I'm the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta be a-playa
Now hold up, a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the record, yo
It's like I'm high on a spliff

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

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

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

Now when you to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
a call 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 like I said before
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 niggaz done me
The neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the
Drinkin' coffee, smoove to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo be

See I'm a giant and the rest of are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, you, want