Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, 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
Same fo frontin', be the same fo get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

Cats mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get
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 vary
You niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, John

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

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We head in the car, whatever
To all my whippin' a jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em 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, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' 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, a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a
Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of
I'm at the tunnel, let in 500 hoes
I'm at the bar, see shorty is
My ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't my chedda

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

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

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