Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
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, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

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

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

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, getting it
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 fronin' y'all; ya
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', beat it, go a husband
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 is bent
My ratio up in here, 40 percent
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 head tonight, whatever
To my that 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 whippin' a jeep
Getting it sweet, 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever

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