Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip tail 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
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin'
Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
foult, oh yeah, matchin' 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 ROV tinted
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6

For my cats with the ice, who need no wife
We head tonight, whatever
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a
Get his and ball, whatever

Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are
fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, fighting 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, Galiano

And my girls they be blessin' me
'em out of foot locker and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll
Best be alert, yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a chick
I need a ma, goof this in your pussy chick
All these sleazes 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 whippin' 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
'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, in Lennon
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, most likely I'm trying to 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in oven

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a
Shit, trick 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 cats with the ice, who don't need no
We head tonight, whatever
To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a
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 whippin' a
Getting it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet,

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