Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip smashin' it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? advocate shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you could 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, your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
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 fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6

For my with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
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 me 'cause I tell, "Let's get money
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the scary and all my whips they should vary
You cheap niggaz still up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

And my girls they be me first
Took 'em out of foot and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, me, an'll squirt
be alert, 'cause yo sexy could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a 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 gettin' head in the car,
To all my women whippin' a jeep, getting it
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
in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll '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 they're

Shit, to me, a dime a dozen
No time for buzzin', beat it, go a husband
Shit, that'll on you, buy you a ton of clothes
I'm at the tunnel, they let in 500
I'm at the bar, see shorty is
My ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

For all my with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' tonight, whatever
To my honey's 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 women whippin' a
it sweet, have 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever

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