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 sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

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

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm 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 and I don't wanna see you stressed
at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same from 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
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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams Pacino's
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
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
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' they can't undo
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a one to do
Still took it to trial, even I blew
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 goin' 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the team 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 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 just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK up
to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold pants up
Ladies throw it right back, 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