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 matter how you it
It still comes out black, see it's a hair trim
So you can call it you want

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

The group the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the
2Pac'll a person, pump the trunk
I'm G-Funk, but you can call it what 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 nigga's
Now, I'm on a forty
So you can call it you want just pass
The blunt and it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow rapper
his ass faster
Than a half of of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

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

I devour much venom, lunch I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a Just forget about it
back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo 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'
Lyrics the maximum security
I smoke a but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a

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

Now, clear the and grab a fool by his throat
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 out all night
And never worry 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 ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that

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

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that pimps
Yo, take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be
Now hold up, wait a
Nah, I you bitches on the last 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 shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, then I on em

No, I never never had a murder rap
And if you you say
I did it you're 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 call it 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
alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now you want 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 hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm for more
'Cause of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like,

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

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