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

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

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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to shut us down 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, they'll understand
they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' 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' that can't undo
Whoever ridin' with 'em can get one too
copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, though 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 goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a party a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the team too
Pull up in the or the V-1-2
Lil' that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club my clique though, glass full of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch
from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich
Get'cha little up, BK stand up
Straight to the floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that 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, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa