Luyện nghe bài hát Call It What U Want

You've now entered the quest to the black
Now you know the reason for the Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has meanings but no matter how you define it
It comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you

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 I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the
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
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 sippin' on a
So you can call it you want just pass
The and kick it Money

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, it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass
a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

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

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

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 maximum
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so you let a

Yankee doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you tell you better ask a
Weatherman sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna on their 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 be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she tell me shit
Plus, money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er
'Cause I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm deep
The only gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me game"
(Y' know)
hoes always 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 freaks
Yo, come a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be
Now up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the record, yo
It's like I'm on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope sound what a man, the
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last
So I post on em, I coast on em

No, I never never never had a rap
And if you you say
I did it you're bound to get your snapped
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 a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you silly 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 playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, you broke)

So toast them like I said before
I four 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 done me
The dangerous nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the
Drinkin' coffee, waitin' to talk see
Like a hoe gigolo should be

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