Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, pull triggers, figures, whoa whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

out The Federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible
It's the black widow, me Miss White
I been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get
with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of Nikes

Stand behind Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on X
Just the peace 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the same bitch the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you rats and
Get your envelopes, time to address the

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop dreams like
through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to us down like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, can't keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the

Feel the movement, it's a new crew
Fuck M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they undo
Whoever with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to it

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

Now a party ain't a party the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the come too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, got her own shoe
In the club with my though, glass full of Cristal
In the jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for folk
little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that man up

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa