Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip tail it
Mase 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 go to jail and die for this
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost clothes out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, belt, uh, she so independent
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 gettin' tonight, whatever
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a
Get his money and ball,

Cats don't mess y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
fuck with 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 they should
You cheap still shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, John

And my girls they be me first
Took 'em out of locker and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll
be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I stand is a pussy chick
I need a here ma, goof this in your chick
All these trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
Ladies it easy

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

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, 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 fronin' y'all; ya tittes
touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most I'm trying to fuck '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 time for buzzin', beat it, go 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 won't my chedda

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

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

And I don't how bad no chick is
I ain't lickin' feet, whatever
Killa,whatever