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, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

out The Federal building
To Coupes with the convertible ceilings
the black widow, call me Miss White
I been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get
Back a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a of crisp Nikes

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace 'cause if cowards 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 from the
And I ain't trippin' off you and investigators
Get your envelopes, time to address the

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's 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 it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, never understand
While goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

Feel the movement, it's a new crew
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is
Them faggots done did somethin' that can't undo
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still it to trial, even though I blew
style, that's how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to it

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 the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a party ain't a party 'til the Queen through
You know where I go, man, the 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 though, glass full of Cristal
In the jumpsuit, still a bad bitch though
Rose the ghetto it was hard from the get go
I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich folk
Get'cha little up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody up
Throw it up, get down, hold your pants up
throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

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