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

out The Federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible
It's the black widow, me Miss White
I been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
bitch, you go wrong I get right
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 pair of crisp

behind 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 show me
My niggaz put his soul to and I don't wanna see you stressed
at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same bitch the escalator
And I ain't off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, to address the haters

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the we sippin' 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 like Pacino's
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to shut us down Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, can't 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

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, 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 a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the team too
Pull up in the Phantom or the
Lil' Kim's girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my though, glass full of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad though
Rose from the ghetto it was from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't made for rich folk
little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold your up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that man up

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