Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa 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

Fresh out The building
To Coupes with the convertible ceilings
the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, and fistfights
bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now 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

Stand behind Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you 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, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to shut us down 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 never
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the

the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' they can't undo
Whoever ridin' with 'em can get one too
copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I
Crooklyn style, how we do it
gangsters and ain't 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 sippin' dom p, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

Now a party ain't a '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 full of
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 just made for rich folk
Get'cha dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, hands up
it up, get down, fellas hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell 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, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa