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 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa

Fresh out The building
To Bentley Coupes the convertible ceilings
It's the widow, call me Miss White
I done been it all, shootouts 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 Nikes

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it on Malcolm X
Just the peace 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I don't see you stressed
at my campaign, Kim for mayor
Told you I'm the same bitch the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you and investigators
Get envelopes, time 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' 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop dreams Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to us down like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, can't gotta 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 is through
Them faggots did somethin' that they can't undo
Whoever ridin' 'em they can get one too
copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, though I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
I'll gangsters and got to prove it

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, 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 party 'til the Queen through
You know where I go, man, the come too
Pull up in the or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's 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 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 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, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa