Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' it
wen't to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's advocate
Tell a tail to cry, so you could 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 heard the players got schemin'
Philly hoes clothes from out of Newman Marcus

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

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

And my they be blessin' me first
'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt
And I put that on the of me first, test me, an'll squirt
Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy could
Uh, cause one thing I can't is a pussy chick
I need a ma, goof this in your pussy chick
All these 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' head in the car,
To all my women a jeep, getting it sweet
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 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, likely I'm trying 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 dime a
No time for buzzin', 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, fucked 40
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' tonight, whatever
To my honey's stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball,

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

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