Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

You've now the quest to the black triangle
Now you know the 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, when I around, with the Underground
But I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be ya, baby, why not
You jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group with the glock, I to pop the gun
get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, the trunk
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', nothin' for me
(See ya)
That's why I to go on tour G

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

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all
In Tokyo, check it as I a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass
Than a half of pound of 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 send your team to the
They true and do and rippin' and got the Twin powers

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

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

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna 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 out all night
And worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, be doin' the same

So don't ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served in the is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop ying-yang

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

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

Me the dope sound a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, 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 nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a nut
Ah, say what you want, I'm for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you silly ass hoe

Now when you to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp
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 lookin' for
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my
Like, bam and I'm like,

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

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