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

Fresh out The Federal
To Bentley Coupes with the ceilings
It's the 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
reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like X
Guerillas beatin' on chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace 'cause if show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't wanna see you
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the bitch from the escalator
And I ain't off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the

My niggaz, triggers, stack 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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop like Pacino's
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds to shut us down like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
stop, can't gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never
While 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 they can't
Whoever ridin' with 'em can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
took it to trial, even 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
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

Now a party ain't a party 'til the come through
You where I go, man, the team come too
Pull up in the or the V-1-2
Lil' that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch
Rose from the ghetto it was hard the get go
I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody up
Throw it up, get down, fellas your pants up
Ladies it right back, tell that 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