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 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 done through it all, shootouts and fistfights
bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six
Can't me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of Nikes

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

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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop like Pacino's
Come 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, gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, never understand
While they off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

Feel the movement, a whole new crew
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is
Them faggots done did somethin' that they undo
Whoever ridin' 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, though I blew
style, that's how we do it
I'll gangsters and 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 sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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

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