Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
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, the hook in 6 figures

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

don't 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 through on
Me and Jim jones, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the scary and all my whips they should vary
You cheap still 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 that on the death of me first, test me, squirt
Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a chick
I need a ma, goof this in your pussy chick
All sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
Ladies it easy

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, it sweet
Have 'em your feet,whatever

Yo, yo, let's 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, hug 'em, I'll 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
Have a pie in they're oven

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No for buzzin', beat 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 shorty is
My ratio up in here, 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

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

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

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