Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

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

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on chest, get it right on Malcolm X
keep the peace 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I trippin' off you rats and investigators
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 sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop dreams Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The feds to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we 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 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 can't
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a one to do
Still took it to trial, even I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
gangsters and ain't got to prove it

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

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

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