Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Fresh out The building
To Bentley Coupes with the ceilings
the black widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go I get right
with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a
Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp

Stand behind Martin King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
beatin' on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My put his soul to rest 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 off you rats 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
ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop like Pacino's
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we 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

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
Coulda out to a one to three do
took it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
gangsters and ain't got to prove it

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa 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

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

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