Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while your flashin' out, jean suit
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 range ROV
Same fo frontin', be the same fo get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, triggas
Pig nigga, the hook in 6 figures

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

And my they be blessin' me first
Took 'em out of foot locker and referee 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 I can't stand is a pussy chick
I need a here ma, goof this in your chick
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or
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 a jeep, getting it sweet
Have 'em lickin' feet,whatever

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya
I'll touch 'em, I'll 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to 'em
Not cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have a pie in they're oven

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

For all my cats with the ice, who need no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a
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 women whippin' a
Getting it sweet, 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever

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