Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' it
wen't to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's advocate
Tell a tail to cry, so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the got schemin' targets
Philly hoes clothes from out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so
But I slapped her, 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, the hook in 6 figures

For my with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' tonight, whatever
To all my that stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball,

Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, fighting 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should
You cheap niggaz shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

And my girls they be me first
Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee
And I put that on the of me first, test me, an'll squirt
be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy
I need a here ma, goof this in pussy chick
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or
Ladies take it

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We head in the car, whatever
To all my women a jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em lickin' feet,whatever

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em get 'em, get all of his spinach
'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm fronin' y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll 'em
If I'm with a chick, likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
with a pie in they're oven

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
No time for buzzin', it, go find a husband
Shit, trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500
I'm at the bar, see is bent
My up in here, fucked 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

For all my cats with the ice, who don't no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a
Get his and ball, whatever

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We gettin' head in the car,
To all my whippin' a jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet,

And I care how bad no chick is
I lickin' nobody's feet, whatever
Killa,whatever