Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

You've now entered the quest to the 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 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, the Underground
But when I'm the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be 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 stop the
2Pac'll a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can it what you want

How times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're 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 what you want 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 choke a poke rapper
his ass faster
Than a half of of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

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

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

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

Yankee doodle doo, 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 gonna rain on parades

Now, the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go he holla, holla, billygoat
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, you'd be the same

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

I'm from the planet Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come a sip
Of the psycho pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now hold up, wait a
Nah, I you bitches on the last 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 bound to get your 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 nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a 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 them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm for more
'Cause cords of of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like,

Now my niggaz done me
The dangerous nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' the bushes
coffee, smoove waitin' 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 a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you,