Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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
Sexy ladies goin' crazy the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the we sippin' dom p, sittin' 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 dreams like
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to 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, never understand
While they off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

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

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

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

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