Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, triggers, stack 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

Fresh out The Federal
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible
the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, shootouts and
bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, 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 on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
keep the peace 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the same from the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you rats and
Get your envelopes, time to the haters

My niggaz, pull triggers, 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 goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop dreams like
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to shut us down Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, can't keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never
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 can't undo
Whoever with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I
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 club we dom p, sittin' 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 or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, even got her own
In the club with my clique though, glass of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad though
from 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
to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, that nigga man up

My niggaz, pull triggers, 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 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa