Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

hot, while your flashin' 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
Same fo frontin', be the same fo get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6

For my cats with the ice, who don't need no
We head tonight, whatever
To all my honeys that stall, 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, fighting 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods and all my whips they should vary
You cheap still shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, John

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

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

Yo, yo, stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya tittes
touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm to fuck 'em
Not tryin' 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in oven

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
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 ratio up in here, 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

For all my cats with the ice, who need no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
To my honey's that stall, give a a call
Get his money and ball,

To all my in the club, who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car,
To all my whippin' 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