Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, 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 the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

out The Federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss
I done been it all, shootouts and fistfights
bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now six mics
reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in or a pair of crisp Nikes

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on 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
at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the 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 dom p, sittin' 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 Pacino's
Come through in the Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to shut us like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, gotta keep 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, it's a new crew
Fuck M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they can't
Whoever with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I
style, that's how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to 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 party ain't a party 'til the Queen through
You where I go, man, the team come too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad though
Rose from the it was hard from the get go
I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK up
to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, hold 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 the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa