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

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

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, 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

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop like Pacino's
through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to shut us like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, can't 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 that they can't undo
Whoever ridin' 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
took 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, 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' 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 come too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club my clique though, glass full of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch
Rose the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the 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, fellas your pants up
Ladies it right back, tell that nigga man up

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