Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip tail it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's shit
Tell a to cry, just 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 the players got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost from out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't 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, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

Cats mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
Cats fuck me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips should vary
You niggaz still 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
Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a chick
I need a here ma, goof in your pussy chick
All sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
take it easy

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
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a 'em, lyin' I love 'em
with a pie in they're oven

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a
Shit, that'll on you, buy you a ton of clothes
I'm at the tunnel, let in 500 hoes
I'm at the bar, see is bent
My up in here, fucked 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my

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

To all my in the club, who be dead at the bar
We head in the car, whatever
To all my women a jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em ya feet, whatever

And I don't how bad no chick is
I ain't nobody's feet, whatever
Killa,whatever