Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

You've now entered the 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 still comes out black, see it's just a trim
So you can it what you want

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the
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, the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can it what you want

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

Scores of whores the door, a nigga's 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 y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow rapper
his ass faster
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 and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers

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

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

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and a
Hellafied spell you 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 fool by his
And don't let him go he holla, holla, billygoat
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 worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp
(What?)
see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I never be a customer
Now this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only 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 be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna
Get a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no nigga, from the planet called, Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that pimps
Yo, come a sip
Of the psycho pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now up, wait a second
Nah, I you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm on a raggamuffin' 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, 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 there it is, and how it's 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 what you want, I'm workin' for a
Well alright, you little ass hoe

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

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

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

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