Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

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

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

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

How many times, I gotta tell ya, 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 behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm on a forty
So you can it what you want just pass
The blunt and kick it

Well, I am the danger, the danger, to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts 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 clips so trip but it's to get your crew
ooh, I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin

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

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to
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 doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a by his throat
And let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, said to me
"187, why you be a G?", well

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

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

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

I'm from the planet Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, take a sip
Of the psycho mega hoesta must be a-playa
Now up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the record, yo
like 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 post on em, I coast on em

No, I never never had a murder rap
And if you you say
I did it bound to get your neck snapped
So it is, and how it's gonna 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 nigga with a strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get
(Get tramped)
Give a 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 I said before
I fuck four a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my
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 ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to see
Like a true hoe gigolo be

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