Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

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

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, 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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to shut us like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, can't gotta it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, never understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm to the plan

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

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 crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a party ain't a party 'til the come through
You know where I go, man, the come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own
In the club with my clique though, glass of Cristal
In the jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose from the it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little up, BK stand up
to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, hold your pants up
Ladies throw it back, tell that nigga man up

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