Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

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

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the same from the escalator
And I trippin' off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, to address the haters

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 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop dreams like
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The tryin' to shut us down 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, they'll understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm to the plan

the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that can't undo
Whoever ridin' with 'em can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
I'll and ain't got to prove 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, 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 know where I go, man, the come too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's girl, even got her own shoe
In the with my clique though, glass full of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad bitch
Rose from the ghetto it was hard the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for folk
little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your up
Ladies throw it 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 dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa