Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

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

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the 'cause if cowards 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 trippin' off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to the haters

My niggaz, pull triggers, figures, whoa 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' '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 Benz-itos
The tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll understand
While goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

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

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 goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the come too
Pull up in the or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, 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 the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas your pants up
Ladies it right back, tell that nigga man up

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa 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' 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa