Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip tail it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? advocate shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you 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 from out of Newman Marcus

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

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

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, through on 20's
Me and Jim jones, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips should vary
You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

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

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

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm fronin' y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll '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, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I 'em
Have a pie in they're oven

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, they let in 500
I'm at the bar, see shorty is
My ratio up in here, 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't my chedda

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

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

And I care how bad no chick is
I lickin' nobody's feet, whatever
Killa,whatever