Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a range ROV
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll 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 gettin' tonight, whatever
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a
Get his and ball, whatever

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

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

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

Yo, yo, let's 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya
I'll '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' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go a husband
Shit, that'll 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 ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my

For all my with the ice, who don't need no wife
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 gettin' in the car, whatever
To all my women a jeep
Getting it sweet, have 'em ya feet, whatever

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