Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip smashin' it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? advocate shit
Tell a tail to cry, so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for
Fuck school, a and e major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got targets
hoes boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

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

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

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We gettin' in the car, whatever
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 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have a pie in they're oven

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

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

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

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